They turn off the TV and close their laptops,
but what can they say to each other?
It has been so long, and now, like strangers
thrown together in the same jail cell,
they find the silence awkward.
The light from the table lamp is accusatory,
merely accentuating their joint discomfort
as the young couple trades furtive glances
and shifts nervously on the couch.
Even though they sit just a few feet apart,
a deep chasm seems to stretch between them,
perhaps too wide for them to cross.
From another room their dog wanders in
wagging its tail and crosses the chasm
as if it was never there.