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In the same space
Breathing the same air
When I am quiet
I can even hear your heartbeat
In my subconscious, I’m thinking you smell nice
Sexy even!
But that’s in my subconscious…
I am busy doing what I am doing
And you are busy doing yours

There’s so much to talk about
So much we can do together
The teens in our house have run amok
Cheryl won’t listen to me
And Dean? I stopped trying to talk to him ages ago
We should talk
Steer the ship
But you are busy
And so am I

Yesterday I looked up and looked at you
There was pain in your eyes
And you seemed to have lost a little weight
“Are you okay? Is everything alright with work?”
And you were going to answer
But your phone rang…

So close
Yet so far
Yet apart
Divided by our devices
Connected yes we are
On LinkedIn
Twitter, Facebook and Instagram
In fact, I hear your tweets
more often than I hear your thoughts

Together yet apart
The little one begging for Momma’s attention
As she bends over her iPad
Scouring through Facebook as if looking for a lost needle, in a big haystack!

Give him a little more time

And he’ll stop tugging at Momma’s sleeves
Because he’ll be lost in his Nintendo DS or playing Candy Crush

Divided by our devices
Tools that actually help us…
Tools that are meant to help us…
Allowing us express our humanity
Yet taking away from that humanity
Divided by our devices

At the end of the day,
You get to say who is boss
You get to choose,
Will the devices divide?
Or will you be in charge
Will the devices divide
And do you even have the will to fight?