Smile

Your smile, and the secret knowledge contained in it, travel with me.

Whenever my heart sinks, from being away from you or forgetting ( for a moment) your sweet face, the simple and basic form of heart and memory lift me up.

Being away from you is own worst pain - the only thing that could hurt more is a further delay in seeing you, touching you.

I can only mouth the word 'why' now. It alone makes sense to me - the question and being alone.

Comfort comes in the razor's edge as a dull pain spreads through me. That hurt focuses my feelings on you, only you.

Weakness in the separation from you - I would fall to my knees now in the field of sharp things, without hesitation if it would bring you closer for a brief moment.