The Weight of Small Things

You tossed a smile like spare change, not even pausing to see if it landed. But it did— a sucker punch to the fog I had been hauling. I never said that I needed saving. For what it’s worth, I barely asked for attention. Yet that moment— raw and wild, like the world split open just enough for me to see someone cared, or at least pretended to. Now I’m out here doing the same. flashing my smile like armor, throwing sparks at strangers hoping one catches fire.