Searching for US

We live beneath one tired roof,

Yet somehow lost our softer proof.

The clock still hums — the dishes clink,

We drift apart before we think.

Mornings rush with scattered feet,

A half “goodbye,” no time to meet.

A fleeting smile, a coffee cold,

Our quiet moments bought and sold.

At dinner, screens light up the room,

The laughter fades, and talks feel gloom.

We sit so near, yet worlds divide,

Two hearts that ache but cannot hide.

Each day slips by in little fuss,

Papers pile, and so does us.

We try so hard to catch the thread,

But love waits quietly, softly spread.

Weekends vanish in hurried chase,

Tasks and errands fill the space.

Hugs are brief, smiles come too late,

Love lingers at the kitchen gate.

We promise “later,” yet later flies,

Moments fade like evening skies.

The warmth we crave, the touch we miss,

Gets tangled in our daily abyss.

If time would slow and let us breathe,

We’d share our hearts, no need to seethe.

We’d talk again, just you and me,

Like old friends laughing endlessly.

Love isn’t walls, or chores, or fuss,

It’s finding quiet moments for us.

Let’s pause, let go, and gently find,

The little home we left behind.