By Perin Romano
As the morning sun rose,
tears tempted to stream out of her
cerulean eyes;
The eyes that once glimmered like
The waves when the moon shone upon them.
But now, those same eyes were
Left in sea-glass shards
The shards, just teardrops,
From the outside it was a sign of distress;
No one thought it was a call for help.
Instead a warning sign,
But if she looked a little deeper,
If he cared a little more
If only someone could understand her
from the inside out,
He would know, she would know
That the teardrop was the last time
the waves that once danced in her eyes,
Would ripple
Would fly
Would crash
The last sign before she went blank,
Before she was shattered.
But no one noticed.
No one cared.
Instead she lost all faith.
Even faith
That in the morning,
The sun would still rise.
HB IN RETROSPECT 