Really wonderful writing!! I think the music is a great fit...somber, sparse, sad. I'm reminded of the lyric:

My father sits at night with no lights on
His cigarette glows in the dar
The living room is still
I walk by, no remark

I tiptoe past the master bedroom where
My mother reads her magazines
I hear her call "sweet dreams"
But I forget how to dream

Do you know that one Robert? Your song paints that kind of clear picture of a relationship, although in yours there is more resignation instead of isolation. Fine writing!! Take care. Greg