A Smile to End Mine (Original Poem):

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There could be thousands of people in the crowd, but like a pile of hundreds and thousands I pick out the blue ones only

Your slight half smile finishes off my teeth flashing grin

Your glisten in your eye passes mine wide open

Pupils enlarged in an environment of sweet tacky tasting possibilities

The movements are unwinding as weeks stresses are rolled out into grinds, bops and twirls

I dart around the floor flashing empty friendly gazes to eyes that hunger an end to their night

Spilled thoughts empty glasses with shots of slurred truths and sober thoughts, iced with melting memories soon to puddle and be hazed into a forgotten mark

You turn to those you know and force out a chuckle, quick to turn around again and stand your ground

I turn to those I know and comment on the way you hold your glass

Three fingers, one thumb, as if you’re ready to whisk away into the streets before anyone notices

“What?”

They say

“Never-mind..”

I know they wouldn’t understand

Rounded up like a herd of sheep with spotlights glaring in our bloodshot eyes

I swiftly exit and turn to the pillowing comfort of home seemingly done with the night

But surrounded by one, or surrounded by none your smile still finishes mine.

(Artwork: Ignacio Nazabal)

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