I've watched you 
through these years 
give yourself away

It happened slowly,
nearly unnoticed
like a slight faucet drip
with every forced smile
you handed away small
pieces of yourself 

I wonder if 
you felt 
it was a worthy 

sometimes still 
I search you
for that lost spark 
of what once was

I can't help but
when your eyes 
held hope and dreams 
instead of the scathing
sadness of regret.

~Eric Vance Walton~