Uncoupling

[TranquillityBase]

We sleep with our heads
turned away from each other,
mine facing the windowpane
steeped in grey winter sky
gazing into a horizon of nothingness.    Nice intro to poem, leading naturally to the next statement.

His immersed in a window of opportunities       I have mixed feelings about this word; it fits nicely, but something more concrete might be better: "a window of lights"? "images"?
Unraveling in his phone           on?
Tabs slicing into new tabs
as tidbits of stocks, jobs, and real estate
clutter his phone with dizzying speed,
unmoored,                                         seems like he is very much "moored" to his phone, while you are the one unmoored
much like the thought ribbons inside my head.

Every few minutes, this silence is ruptured
by an excited realization
or a scornful comment---
a verbal instrument of care.  My favorite line
Every few minutes, I offer him a nod   If your heads are turned away from each other, how does he see the nod?  Should it be something verbal?
as a sign of my presence---
nay, existence.                     This archaic word seems out of place in your poem, maybe something more like "more than that, my existence."

Hello,

I removed the double spacing, just to save space, but broke the poem up into stanzas where breaks seemed appropriate.  All in all, I like the poem very much.  It gives an instant picture of a couple who have grown distant and that is especially poignant as this is when you are in bed and should be the time when you are closest that you can be.

TqB