Rice and Adobo

we sit the two of us you face the tv i take turns glancing at your face as i raise my bowl to drink the soup there are war torn cries from the screen not loud enough to disturb the silence between us the actress on that screen more relevant to you than me i know we may be caught in some childish banter it makes me wonder why you still allow it to be this way i may no longer be a child but you forget i am yours perhaps you know of it all too well you’re still watching it chewing rice between your teeth my mouth never opens for speaking and my eyes set fire to the bridge i can not seem to cross.