the continental drift between us.
Your cold tea, my stale coffee,
diluted by melting ice, are reminders
of what we no longer have.
Incoming messages beep or vibrate,
punctuate the mundane hum
of old domestic appliances,
opening floodgates of unspoken accusations.
We take turns shielding behind
the spread out tabloid or oversized flat screen,
magnifying conflicts and heartbreaks
from around the world in our living room.
By Vernon DaimQLRS Vol. 19 No. 2 Apr 2020