Dining table

What actually happen to us?
It felt so far apart though we live in the same house,
We could barely have dinner together,
Silence, awkwardness floats into air,
Turning the situation to tense atmosphere,
Where did it all go wrong,
To be eating alone and heading to the room,
While you were down there i was up here,
What could actually be happening between us?
Being so close but yet so far to reach,
Tell me something,
Could we sit around on the dining table like we used to?
I miss the days where crab become our favourite food,
Days of our life,
Where did we spent it to,
When we forgot what precious time went as we grow older.