We, Ours

Today has been the loneliest in recent times.
Plans we had, moved from ours to being only mine.

You were packing up your things,
I was coasting slowly through a dream.
But you moved so quietly
I did not stir, I slept right through it.

You may have
Seen a side of me you did not recognize.
But I can't stand
The sight of any kind of pain in your brown eyes.