She does...

Sometimes I look at her, and wonder if she remembers you.

Does she expect you to walk in and call out for her?

Is she waiting for your praises and words of assurance?

Does she still want you to take her in your arms and make her fall asleep?

Sometimes I look in her eyes, and I can almost feel a glimpse of her soul.

Does she ask herself why she is not seeing you anymore?

Does she wonder why the outside smell different....why her home is not the same?

Sometimes I look in her eyes, and I can almost catch a thought.

Does she wonder why I am afraid now if I see him?

Does she wonder why there is no one on the bed?