The Cause of my Sorrow

The cause of my sorrow
used to be the cause of my joy.
The same thng that used to
give me reason to jump out of bed
is the same thing that forces me
snuggle deeper into the protection
of my fortress of blankets.
The way that you now look at her
used to be how you looked at me.
It was my reason for being exhuberant
and trustworthy.
Now its my reason for rivers of tears.
The cause of my naive bliss
is now the cause of neverending pain.