He never saw the doubt
beneath her brilliant smile.
All he saw was the love that shined in her eyes.
The spring arrived slowly
relieving the sky from its oppressive clouds,
and her skies brightened with false hope.
Her eyes traced the bricks
and rested on the proud expression
of her fallen brother.
April arrived, and traced down her cheek.
Author notes
#7 in my unnamed poem cycle for my creative writing final project.
Written November 15th, 2006
