What I do when I´m losing you

You turn your phone so I can't see. Hide every message

carefully. You say you're tired, but your smile is wrong.

And I can feel it in the spaces where your love is gone.

I try to trust the things you say. But all your stories fade away.

Your laughter doesn't sound like mine. I see the distance growing line by line.

So I trace your steps from yesterday. Ask a little more in

a careful way. Checking every clue that you leave behind. But the loudest

truth is the one I find. So I pull back slow, though it breaks