Look at her, look at her pain. Can you see it in her eyes? She goes on day by day wearing a mask of smiles, but her eyes say it all. The shimmer of light that is covered by a glaze over your eyes that we could blame it on the sun being to bright, or because you just yawned. But we all know they are tears darling, trying to hide away inside your ducts but it just becomes all too hard. You have to go day by day without the one person you wish was standing right next to you, holding your hand and telling you that she loved you. I don’t know how I do it. What is worse is that you go about your ways in silence. You don’t tell anyone what is wrong and that not only kills me, it’s killing you too darling.