It is in the way you...

It is in the way you look at me The hollow depths of your gaze How silence hung like borrowed knife Threatening in its sweetened glaze It is how your hands felt so empty Even as I attempt to fill it with mine How your smile never quite reach Your once sparkling loved-filled eye It is in the frigid nights beside you Once filled with forgotten warmth How every touch felt like shattered glass In the your cage of restricting arms