Crybaby

Sitting in her room I watch her dress
We chat about our day and other things
So trivial, so normal and yet
Inside I'm screaming
What the hell is going on?
She brushes her hair and smiles
At me in the mirror
Just as she's done a thousand times or more
But this is wrong
What's missing from the picture?
I begin to sweat
Cold shivers circulate my spine
She looks at me while she puts on mascara
I knowing and understanding glance
She knows the truth even if I do not
I see her love, her sadness touches me
I wake up choking on my tears
She's dead, two years dead and I
Didn't even tell her that I'm sorry.