So this is another poem I wrote when I was going through that rough patch a while ago.
Do you see that smile of hers?
Do you see that special twinkle in her eyes?
You can't. It's extinct.
Do you hear that laugh?
Do you hear the happiness in her voice?
You can't. It's extinct.
Do you see that frown of hers?
Do you see that cloudiness in her eyes?
You can. It exists.
Do you hear her cries in the night?
Do you hear the dullness in her voice?
You can. It exist.
