how did i get here

they move mindlessly
around the kitchen
in opposite
like some choreographed routine
busying themselves
with this and that
not speaking or touching
or even looking
at each other
isn’t that sad?

she fixes to eat
while he showers
she stares at the TV
while he gets in bed
but when she hears
that bedroom door close
she turns her head

and she thinks
how did i get here
what have i been doing
year after year
god, how did i get here?

he pretends to listen
as she talks about her day
nods along and looks away
and just wants to say

how did i get here
what have i been doing
year after year
god, how did i get here?

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