Why So Serious?

So serious,

Why, may I inquire?

So still you stir,

You ache and admire,

Tussle your hair,

In simple unrest,

Your eyes in silence glares,

Cause the void to digest,

You sit there so blankly,

Not a word, not a stifle,

A cavern of coldness,

The echo of a rifle,

Why so serious?

As longingly I wait,

Hopeful for your return,

Or a warm smile to fate.