Look into your eyes

would I see love,

or the pain exists

when broken promises

leave our lives

shattered in the mist.

Satisfy an urge

the questions remain,

how simple our lives may be,

how complicated

the shadows have become

waiting for the sun.

Ask a moment

if we could reflect

upon a time when

everything that mattered

seemed attainable,

seemed apparent.

If only I could

I’d ask again.