And she smiles.
Quietly. At first anyway.
It starts silent like that,
but then a sudden beam, and
I can’t help but join.
She’s dangerous like that.
I’m sure we were talking
about something, or something else
but it’s her smile I recall.
It’s just there.
And there it is.
sometimes—
something else is too
darker and deeper
a passing cloud
a faraway look
a thoughtdreamwish
for something else
the missing thing
But then she smiles,
and the world is right again;
back on its course from gone astray.
And she smiles.