tears

She looked at the reflection in the mirror and she saw what has become of her.
red puffy eyes, red nose and a whole lot of ruined make up.

the back of her hand kept on wiping off the tears streaming down her cheek
but she knows as time goes by, she'll keep doing it,
stroking off the tears.

She felt uneasy, speechless and reluctant
to the unforgivable self,
to the unchangeable now,
to the unknowable state of the future.

"What could have gone wrong?"

she questioned but the answer differs everytime.

Decisions?

Mutuality?

partly indecisive. to go against it? she's scared.
to go through it, she's no longer smiling.

to what degree is she holding on to?
what was it that is so precious, she just wouldn't let go?

she knows.

that bright future smiling at her
his face closer to her
that look that he gave
that showed he loves her.

that's what's missing.

that, wasn't there anymore.