as she gazes off into the far distant

memories fill her mind

of the way things use to be

and how they ought to be

she allows herself to get lost in those thoughts

it gives her the chance to remember

the best of life

the best of times

when everything was everything

no broken promises

but everything

everything wasn't perfect

but it was everything to her

no matter how small it may appear

to someone else

so she just sits sometimes and remember

those things that are no longer

you look into my eyes

but do you see what you are looking for

you ask questions

but do you think i am really telling you the truth

not really

i am telling you what you want to hear

so looking into my eyes

will not give you the inside story

of what's going inside

because i shut that window to you

and began to tell you what you can handle

so i shut my eyes

and all traces of broken promises

from you dissipate

there is a story i long to tell

but no one has time to notice

nor listen

i just hope i can tell someone soon