Changing Times

Incessant chatter 
has given way 
to sullen silence 
Head bent 
fingers flying 
you carry on 
digital conversations 
that have no use 
for your chirpy voice 

I sit across the table 
not daring to speak 
lest you flick 
an angry glance 
my way 
The lovingly cooked meal
neglected 
on your untouched plate 
congeals into 
an unappetising mess

I try not to mind 
but I feel my heart tighten 
Tears rush easily to my eyes
I marvel once again 
at the power you have 
over my emotions
I wonder when 
you learnt to wield it
I am amazed 
at the change 
I see in you
It is inevitable
I suppose 
but I was not prepared 
for how much it hurts


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