A Medley Of Messages

S O F T S M I L E

Swift.

Quick as lightning,

I was slowly trapped.

My mind replaying a seemingly trivial memory,

newly made like fresh bread.

Trapped,

like a bear in a cage.

Stuck,

like a fly on flypaper.

There was no bait.

No promises made,

or fucks given.

There was only a soft smile,

so innocent but entrancing.

Offering hope to a hopeless husk of a person.

A useless gesture it was,

like offering nothing but a glass of water to a chokingly dry Sahara.

But,

the gesture wasn't useless.

It had meaning and the strength to make me feel something again.

I was entranced by that soft smile,

gentle like a breeze.

Blowing past and leaving a little hope behind.

Hope,

making me believe that I'm not entirely alone in the world,

like I had previously believed.

Hope making me think that,

that soft smile,

formed by two lips of such simple beauty,

was meant for me and only me.

The memory of that smile ever-present in my brain,

forcing a simple smile onto my face.

Forcing a little love into my loveless heart.

I should thank you.

Thank you for offering a broken person like me,

your beautiful soft smile which could swoon the stars into sodomy.

Such a simple gesture,

that gave me so much meaning.

If only you knew what your soft smile does to me.