Expression

I know you well enough, I think, to know
That flatness in your face is troublesome.
It only shows what you want it to show,
And so whenever you appear so glum
I cannot help but wonder what strange sight
Has made you choose to be so sad tonight.
Was it some minor fault that you observed,
And you could not forgive? Or was it more,
A terror or a crime that well deserved
That blankness in your face? You used to store
Your happiness and joy up there, for me
To, when I looked at you, see there;
Now I am worried, all I can see
Is trouble, lined with sadness and with care.