When she thinks of you
You can see it in her eyes sometimes
A tear builds along her waterline
A brief flash of terror and agony
A glaze over the iris
Then she snaps back
A light sparks almost instantaneously
And a smile creases the corners of her eyes again.

But he always thinks of you
You can see it all over his face
A permanent furrow above his brow
A hollow frame around his eyes
A bloodshot canvas surrounding empty pupils
He never snaps back
There's an ache that plagues his soul
And your absence haunts what's left of the man we once knew.

© caspershay