Heard have I the unspoken truths that sit bold yet incognito lost 'tween your lip and my cheek. Many times you've presented me your mystery or thrown it in my path knowing my habit to cast downwards glances. And so I shall once more feign bewilderment, mock wrestle the knots inside you, take to bed early with just a dry kiss and no nightcap. This charade it pleases you, silences and stares, wasted meals, sentences unfinished I have played unwitting student each time. your chill has solidified Something molten that Inside me did flow. So tonight when beside me You lie and sense a change in the linen or the light or the heat in the room, Gradually you might realise That it is my pillow that's different. It is dry.