I could not
Help but think of the past
In all it's splendor
And all it's torment

The eyes that once glistened
For me
Now glistened for
someone else

The face that once
put a smile on mine is gone
Tucked away like keepsakes
In the trunk of the past

Time can heal
But it cannot tell whether
The future that's right in front
Of me is living, and well