That day she saw you again,
She wore mascara to be composed.
She hates mascara.
It's weight on her lashes,
Another mask she didn’t want to wear.

She rubbed her eyes, smudging black streaks,
You noticed, said it’s why she shouldn’t wear it.
You laughed, not understanding-
She wasn’t trying to smudge her makeup,
She was trying to blur the feelings that resurfaced,
The memories flooding back,
The space that once felt small,
Now a million miles wide.

You didn’t know her eyes carried the heaviness of what once was,
the sorrow of what had become.

It wasn’t the mascara she wanted to wipe away,
It was the feeling of you, still plaguing her.