“Roommates in Love”

 

For the quiet spaces between two hearts

How did we get here—this quiet drift,
Not a storm, but a subtle shift.
No shouting match, no broken glass,
Just easy days that slowly pass.

We share a home, we share a name,
But something's missing, not the same.
The spark, the laughter, the late-night talks—
Now, silent steps and separate walks.

Not toxic, no betrayal here,
Just comfort that became unclear.
Complacency, like gentle rain,
Softly washing love down the drain.

Did I miss it? Did I not see
The slow fade of you and me?
A kind gesture from someone new—
Not temptation, just something true.

A compliment, a glance, a smile,
Made me pause and think awhile.
Not because I want to stray,
But because I miss feeling that way.

Now here we sit, across the room,
Two hearts that used to brightly bloom.
Do I still love you? Yes, I do.
But do I still see you? I'm not sure who.

Are you my husband, my best friend?
Or just a roommate near the end?
I want to reach, I want to try,
But I don't know how, or even why.

We've built a life, we've shared the years,
Through joy and pain, through laughs and tears.
But somewhere in the daily grind,
We lost the rhythm, left love behind.

Still, I believe in second starts,
In quiet healing, softened hearts.
Not grand gestures or perfect plans,
But small, intentional loving hands.

A touch, a word, a prayer, a spark,
To light a fire inside the dark.
To ask again, "How was your day?"
To mean it more deeply.

To sit and talk, not just exist,
To hold each other, not resist.
To choose each other, flaws and all,
To rise again from where we fall.

I still believe in me and you,
In all the things we used to do.
In morning coffee, shared routines,
In whispered hopes and in-between.

So here's my heart, not polished, worn—
But still it beats, still it's yours.
Let's not be strangers in this place,
Let's find our way back, face-to-face.

Because beneath the silence, I still care,
And love can meet us there.