i caressed the soft and smooth
pillowcase against my calloused hands,
to the one that whimpers
from the melancholy evening
tucking the sheets
to every corner,
concealing the unquestionable blues
from the painful perennial night
accustomed to the usual morning drill,
it already seemed ordinary,
typical, stagnant,
passive
sitting on the edge of the bed
i wept, repeatedly,
realizing i shed another
insignificant tear