i do not switch on
the table light
as i leave your rested body
on the marital bed
i go to the other side
of the structure
wandering what to do next
with all these
mess.

thinking and thinking
what if
i do not come back anymore
what if there are no more
mornings for me
what if
i lose this sense of balance
and collapse
without you
knowing what i really feel

damn, damn, damn
rivers restrained

repaint the masks and leave.

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waking-up-early-this-morning/