All They Wanted

The TV mumbles something, and the room becomes so quiet that you can hear boredom scratching the wallpaper. He wants to feel needed, she just wants to be needed, but instead of hugs, there are sighs and empty eyes. A look that promises too much and a lie that sticks worse than an old band-aid. When the music fades, all that remains is tired crying and the feeling that two people have managed to trade warmth for background noise.