I see it in her eyes
a look so bleak
an expression blank
just going through
the motions, but her mind,
her heart stays secluded.

I hear it in her voice
thin as a whisper
an unnatural vibrato
not the words she speaks,
but the things she never
mentions.

I feel it in her touch
cold and distant
lifeless as a corpse
as dead as the one
she continues to mourn.