Blame me

Now it is morning.
Yet this flood of thoughts
have already begun
what has sprung into my head
is your image;
the figure of your face
smiling towards me

For now,
it consumes me like fire,
a fire that no one can put out
a fire that nobody can notice
because there is no smoke,
there is no sign
it is hidden beneath my skin,
in the back of my mind
almost unbearable

It suffocates me,
I choke,
I am wordless and mute

For now,
it is morning
the question is:
can I get through the rest of the day?