Never Let Love be A Routine Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The dishes wait, the TV hums,
He checks his phone, she softly drums.
Two shadows close, yet worlds apart,
Each locked inside a lonely heart.

No angry words, no shouted blame,
Just quiet days that feel the same.
He needs a touch, a knowing glance,
She yearns to join his thoughtful trance.

But habits formed, a gentle chain,
Ignore the whispers, numb the pain.
Not meant to wound, this thoughtless drift,
Just two souls lost, a silent gift
Unopened, left to gather dust,
A simple kindness born of trust,
Forgotten now in daily haze,
A little love in empty days.

T.M.Solvang