a cough
a sneeze
a penetrating glare
a sob
a whisper
to one not really there
a woman
a haggard
in her ripe old age
her face grim,
her eyes dead
for she knew what i knew-
she'll never make it pass
shell never make it through
my gaze met her gaze, suddenly
bright
deep
intense
the corner of her lip twitched into a smile
her eyes, those big, sparkling eyes,
weren't so
dead
after all
that smile told me much
that she saw me for who i was
her bright eyes opened the
lid to my thoughts
and spilt them
on the floor
years later, i searched
in all the records
and data
and documents
none of them knew of
the woman with the bright eyes