Sitting in a brownstone
Together, but not. The distance between them insurmountable. In a 12x12 room She - fingering piano keys, He - reading the daily, Their relationship as taupe as the walls. Had it always been like this? Surely not! He had loved her once; She had loved him back. But now the silence spoke volumes And they continued to divide.
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