morose

i worry about you sometimes. those days when you lie in bed with the curtains drawn, eyes open, staring blankly through the wall. you don't move. or speak. you don't check your text messages or pick up your phone calls. you don't scratch my back or pull on my ears. none of my usual antics make you smile. you don't even pull away when i lick your ear, and every so often i have to wriggle in and stick my face right up against yours just to make sure you're still breathing. i tell you that i adore you. that you are my whole world. the sun rises and sets with you. but nothing seems to get through. so all i can do is lie here next to you and wait for you to come back to me.