Talking with hands,
secretly smiling.
Catching bubbles on our fingertips,
And watching as the room spins around us.
Your smile is contagious.
The dust motes in the air are fairies,
dancing with us in the sunlight
I could live on moments like this,
I think,
as I replace the lid on the old shoe box I keep you in
"I already am"
There's a tightness in my throat,
and the smile you gave me breaks
but even opening the box again won't fix it.
I lied
When I said I could live on those moments.
I won't ask for you back
but please
don't smile like that
so I can forget
That that smile used to make me smile too
and it didn't even break when I looked away.