Colletion of Poems

How it Used to Be

It used to be I'd notice every little thing about her.
It used to be her eyes would shine when she looked at me.
It used to be her mouth would turn into a big smile when I waved at her.
That's how it used to be...

Now I don't register her passing by me in the halls.
Now her eyes are dark and swollen when she looks at me.
Now her smile turns down when I wave at her.
That's how it is now.