And then I noticed it—
I don’t smile
Like I used to.
The girl in the pictures is bursting
With something I lost long ago.
—
Then I see it—
Not something
Good or
Bad
But rather
A maturing of the cheekbones,
An ironing of the soul.
You see,
Those smiles were born of
Flimsy, ethereal happiness—
An acute delirium.
The smile now
Is calmer,
Conceived in even moments of darkness
But chosen amidst the shards
Of stained glass window memories—
Now she smiles with
Chronic, constant, unquenchable joy.
I LOVE THIS. ❤ ❤ ❤ So meaningful.
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Awww thank you so much!!
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