At home TV punctuates the silence
in a marriage of paper thin tolerance
He, absorbed in the paper and his own thoughts
She, curled on the settee, lost in the screen
channel flicking, looking for something,
anything to keep her mind focused.

Insular and distant,
withdrawn and rejected - alone.
Anger, frustration, fear.
Fear of being looked at too closely
and judged of no value.
She thinks no-one understands.
and now finds strange comfort
in the familiar claustrophobia.>>