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Taciturn
When I wake up, there you are.
My feelings are befuddled and I wonder,
Do I care anymore?
Your hand lies across my stomach.
It’s far too warm for my tastes,
I’m too bitter now.
I push away the covers and look at you.
You’re still asleep and I consider,
The uses of my pillow.
I think about smothering you.
I could push the fabric against your face,
But it is worth it?
Deciding not, I head to the bathroom.
I wash my face and take a pee,
I care for one more day.
Wow. There is something about the tone of this poem. Just leaves the reader feeling very numb. Well done!