another early morning daylight

i find you staring wide-eyed at the ceiling

and i know what you're thinking

you said it was ok if i didn't talk about it

but it bears down upon the air we breath

oppressing and you're asking yourself

how much more silence you can take

i once told you jokingly you would get bored of me

but boredom doesn't resemble the face i see

the face the smile is slowly leaving

you're not sure that face will ever show again

and you're closing the door behind its departure

to inhabit a separate place