Uncoupling

[Semicircle]

We sleep with our heads       If you are sleeping how is he looking at his phone, and you out the window?

turned away from each other,

mine facing the windowpane

steeped in grey winter sky

gazing into a horizon of nothingness.

His immersed in a window of opportunity

Unraveling on his phone

Tabs slicing into new tabs           Dicing would work better.

as tidbits of stocks, jobs, and real estate

clutter his phone with dizzying speed,

unmoored,

much like the thought ribbons inside my head.      This line is too vague. It has potential. What are the ribbons doing?

Every few minutes, this silence is ruptured

by an excited realization

or a scornful comment---

a verbal instrument of care.

Every few minutes, I offer him a nod

as a sign of my presence---

nay, existence.

I sliced some of this down and made a couple small tweeks. Do you like it?

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The double spacing takes away from the poem's structure. 
Add spaces where there is suspense, the rest should build up to this.

The title is weak, and does not tie into the story that well. Brainstorm a little. Titles are difficult.

I appreciate the contrast between you, and I'm assuming, your husband. This is a tale been told before--
but the way you have told it has something to offer. 

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Welcome to the pen. Glad to have another hog in our ranks!