I knew the look on her face
before when she had struggled
back towards daylight
and her eyes seldom revealed
the guarded edge of her pain

Then I saw her find
a new love
a magical, soul opening
brave beauty
and I knew her joyful
heart by
The look on her face

Now I can barely stand
to see the jagged
edges of her broken heart
and shattered spirit
that is so visible in
The look on her face

And I already know
that soon
she will be
polished pink marble
as cold as
The look on her face