She looked into his deep brown eyes,
As the distance seemed to grow.
Begging him to come back to her,
She tried to hold his gaze with hers,
Her eyes welling up with each passing minute,
But the impassive expression on his face remained,
The distant look and the slight smile.
And as the tears, she tried so hard to hold, fell
She took one last look and put his picture back into the dusty shelf.