Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

Used to

She used to be the kindest girl that I know.

She used to be the sweetest woman in my life.

She used to have the warmest touch.

She used to have the brightest smile.

I remember how she smiled at me.

I remember how she cried.

I remember how she needed me.

I remember how she loved me.

They say that memories once remembered, it will be clearer enough to see.

To see how things we used to be.

And how things changed her.

I saw her again...

But this time

With her cold eyes.

With her frozen heart.

And with her soul torn apart.