When Is
When Is
The answer to the question,
unasked…
as I had no idea
it was presented.
People look on.
Watchful.
Judgmental.
Estranged and naive.
You are friendly.
You laugh.
You are happy.
Your smile,
it is not straight,
but it is true.
It is not okay,
that you presume.
Things are never…
The first glance.
The friendly is real.
The laugh is genuine.
Yes, happy…or at least,
most of the time.
The smile, too costly to fix.
But… Joy!
You did not see the shine.
It is all Him.
“He” is friendly.
“He” loves to laugh.
“He” is happy, when we are happy.
“His” face, I pray you see clearly…
when you look without glasses,
past your desire for it to be,
what it is not.
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