Painted Shadows

The touch or your arm,

The beat of your heart,

The cheeks that once brushed,

The lips that once touched.

The hands that used to be held,

The eyes that smiled.

The feet that danced,

The mouth that spoke,

The warmth that radiated,

The sparkle that was seen,

This can no longer be.

The shadow that lingers,

The hands that have pulled apart.

The lips that have no purpose,

The mouth I have not heard speak.

The warmth that I am no longer filled with.

The eyes that show sorrow,

The heart that shows no sign of a tomorrow.

The cheeks no longer glow,

The sparkle that has now lost its luster,

The feet that continue to dance,

The human that continues to search her heart for romance.

This girl..

Can she still trust her?