ROUTINE LOVER

My returning friend.
Husband almost.
Someone or something
That I can always rely on.
Cramped around the room,
In my head.
Discomfort, has played a role
In our committed dull moments.
Flashing through mindless tv
Rushing through books,
And online nonsense.
You’ve been reliable and committed.
Our marriage, sinking
Into mundane routine.
Passive nights, hanging
In the air, like cigar smoke
And still, you are here.
Loyalty, The glue bounding us together.
I talk, you listen
I’m silent and you still listen
Boredom has never felt so
Liberating.
Typical listless nights,
Around us, between us.
Possibly made for us.
— Cam Ie

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