There is a sort of
misunderstanding
between this
and that
and you

Unable to pinpoint the growing problem
instead you lie in wait
puzzle it over
and decide in the end
that it is taking
too much
effort

Avoiding eyes
and gazes
is almost second nature
to the beast you currently find yourself
shoulder to shoulder with
imitating you
imitating it
and neither of you
prepared for
what it means

You wake with tears
adorning the tender windowsills
that frame the windows to your soul
and as the liquid drips
down feature and fissure
you wonder why
you've awakened in tears
when your dream
was perfectly
happy.