her own way of seeing
i witnessed her arrival with nothing
she came as such a surprise
holding everything
in shades of blue
with those melancholy blue green eyes
she saw things with her own way of seeing
fighting clutching
trying to keep her smile from falling to the floor
and i could tell even then
she didn’t really want to try
oh it all came as such a surprise
i could’ve picked it back up for her
that naive heart sore melancholy smile
i should’ve stood closer to her
put my hand on her shoulder
touched her cheek
found someone to help her with all those years
those monstrous storming years
when her smile first began its vanishing
from her sweet face
in that room alone that night trying
to stop feeling anything at all
i went to the window
to concentrate on the stars
to cover the mirrors
and bid my own smile to fall
from my face
to the floor
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I like the reoccurring image of the smile falling to the floor. Such a permanence to its departure.
Heartbreaking!
Metaphor of the smile- so well done.
I love this—a tear jerker!