There’s a hidden story behind them, there’s a secret hidden pain, those deep, yet long wrinkles, that attempt to hide the scars in vain,
her sad sunken eyes searched for someone lost in the distance, I noticed a tear tremble as she tried her best to avoid them in resistance.
Who was it that she longed for? who was it that she searched? who could of left her so broken? Unaided as I continued to implore.
She looked at me, as if it was her final goodbye, I held her hand to reassure her; as she began..
to close her eyes.