Filling The Voids

That one look, Was so different; From all the earlier times, Their eyes had met. This look - was not of love; Love that brought them closer, Had vanished in thin air. This look - was not of care; The bond of care and affection, Had suddenly lost traction. This look - was not of guidance; The direction she sought, Was now pointing to a dead end. This look - was not of support; The reassuring comfort, Had flipped into a disheartening crush. This look - was not of anger; The rightful anger and understanding, Had lost way to distrust and disdain. It was just a stare, A blank stare; Difficult to comprehend; And she kept wondering, Were there words to be read?

Some wounds don't hurt, Some wounds don't bleed; Some wounds don't look, As they would heal. They just reside, Somewhere deep inside; Corroding your happiness, Even though, out of sight. Like shards of glass, They cut and pierce; Tearing apart the joy, And peace, that was there. Neither you, nor the world sees why, The hollow that is created inside; The pain is beyond comprehension, What oozes out, is only a fraction.