We, Then Me

He and I, living parallel lives,
walking through the front door
and not meeting each other’s eyes,
pulling his arms desperately round
me, only for them to drop
as soon as I let go,
the great divide in the middle
of the marital bed, no hand
or foot daring to bridge the gap,
and a love that once sustained
now going, going, gone
with none but an empty echo
and the dim, distant
thunder of implosion.