Grasping At Straws

sitting across from each other at what was once a comfortable table in what was once a serene atmosphere two individuals who were once so close have now been drawn so far apart & despite the amount of years they’ve been together & despite all the experiences, the ups & downs, the rollercoaster ride that was their relationship, they now have nothing more to say to each other. worse yet, the time spent working & toiling away at keeping each other afloat has slowed them down, isolated them & the friends that they had just a few years ago have moved on, lost touch, or seemingly vanished--- neither of the parties at the table can remember the last time that they went out & actually “had fun.” tensions seem to stir from everywhere now & backed up frustrations from years ago eat at the both of them, so much so that they do their best not to be in the dwelling at the same time anymore--- but without work to keep them busy or the children to occupy them they pass the time the best that they can trying to avoid arguments trying to find some kind of happiness on their own. this dinner “together” forces the tears & the getting up from the table to get a tissue does nothing to relieve the overall problem--- having grown older, s/he believes that there are no longer any options available in this world & that no matter how long you spend grasping at straws you always come up empty--- best to just stay quiet.