The Smile
The sound of your voice interrupts my thoughts
glancing up to see your smiling face
a smile not meant for me but the person you think I am
the person who can smile and laugh
the person that made you fall in love
my recent past bleeding through my vulnerable state
seeing it written on my face and wanting to help
nothing for you to do
you sit and watch that same smile on your face
haunting me with every turn trying to pull me back
only to push me away into the darkness that calls to me
dragging me down into the ragging waters
filling my lungs choking on everything I remember
only your smiling face reminding me that I cannot smile
that I will never be happy again
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