This is a poem about tearful separation.
Smile he said, smile she did
Until he brought the tear with him
Does She? Doesn't She?
He didn’t like her saying she loved him. It made her look weak.
And it embarrassed him. He enjoyed the chase.
So instead, he said, “take care” and she said, “I miss you too much, if only you knew”.
Until one day, she forgot to say the words. He went on, not knowing what he missed.
If only he saw the notebook with its pages filled, and, lines crossed out, and, convictions appraised with, “Will you have a last dance with me?”, “before I leave finally”.
But smile she did still
For sometimes, the pain of the tiniest prick mesmerizes
Mimicking the rush of excitement
The subtelity quite unnoticed
But smile she still does, for the choice she made was hers
Until the pain cascaded into something unreal
All that remained : A gleaming smile accompanied by vacant eyes
When subtle nuance contradicts imagined realities.