Lonely eyes

Brushing past strangers, rarely do our eyes meet

I can sense the pain, there's no being discrete

Then there are those few,  who can hide the change

Once loved and cared for, now all alone feels strange

The eyes tell a story, a mirror of how we feel

Have you ever seen those eyes, and know there pain is real

Getting thru this phase, being lonely can almost kill

I've been there many times, to survive took all my will!!