We, the breathing

People
mistake it for love.
 
Put two people
under the same roof.
They breathe the same air,
they listen to the same sounds,
they sigh, they belch, they snort,
they stare at the same peeling wallpaper,
they even have sex sometimes,
on Sundays, after a heavy dinner,
no lights, no tongue, no bite,
just bare minimum contact
that qualifies as sex.
 
People
mistake love
for something more spectacular.