My days are limited,
Every night that clock turns seven,
pulling myself out of bed,
To see you alone at that table,
Head down trying to find the right words to say without hurting us,
Knowing you're not happy,
Seeing I'm not happy
yet we perk coffee in silence,
to not break the elephant in the room,
We got so used to leaning on it in meals,
to not tear off the comfort we bring each other.
© DR