And I know.

And I know,
Each morning,
I must watch her pass away.

Her soul lost in his eyes,
And in the reflection left,
I search for my remains.

But secretly I know,
Everytime I look,
I'll never find myself there.

Her soul tight in his grasp,
And in this body's ordure,
I'll be reminded what she did.

Forever I will know,
Always I look,
I'll never find myself again.

*Just quickly written, a conversation provoked this write*