Lips intertwined  
on a cold day.  
Your sweater, once on me,  
now clings to her.  
I knew you lied  
but your eyes,  
those deep eyes,  
told a story I wish I'd never read.  

Your gaze, now lifeless,  
once held the love I saw,  
a spark that lit your smile  
gone.  
Leaving me to question  
the mirror staring back.