I've never seen you the way you were today.
All these years I've never experienced you this way.
There was something hanging off your face.
What have I done to one to so displace?
Your eyes, a strange sort of sadness they bore.
They hung so low they touched the floor.
And so into my heart they sank.
Your skin hung loose; your face was blank.
I turned and looked but you were gone.
There was nobody there, but your face hung on.
And in your face a silent, stillness, drudgery.
Oh mercy, a prelude of what's to be?
The eerie chillness that haunts deep within,
it's on your face, buried now beneath your skin.
I felt it so, the achiness, the weight of it in my bones.
And my heart was obstructed by these stones.
Your love is like a last whiff of a cigarette that leaves no trace.
Blown in the air, gone. What once was there had disappeared .....your face.