• Rushing over to help
    the one who needs it most
    crying out in silence
    disappearing like a ghost
    One small tap
    and two large tears
    both being reflected
    on big clean mirrors
    One small memory
    that blisters into two
    can make a person feel
    like there is no "I love you"
    But looking inside,
    beneath the pain
    and beneath the gain,
    something stirs
    like automatic cake
    and says into your ear
    Hear hear
    perhaps tell me what's wrong
    My dear
    as a smile begins to show
    a sound is heard, soft and low
    an open door and someone walks
    into your little show
    Caught in the act of smiling.