We look at each other.
No words are said.
We’re mad at each other.
At least, it looks that way.
There’s no talking between us.
We are definitely strangers.
Yes, we are.
It’s strange that things are like that.
We’ve been living together for a long time.
You’d think we’d be close by now
But we’re not.
We’re too busy getting mad at each other
for no apparent reason at all.
Just because we can and we’re used to walking away.