By CiCi
Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I saw the tear tracks which riddle your cheeks -
the faint salt traces remain, despite your efforts.
Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I saw the slight tremor in your fingers,
as you swept a strand of hair from your face.
Your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes.
I've noticed this for some time.
Your laughter rings hollow, but you've kept on laughing.
I've wondered why the change -
and wished I could be the salve, whatever your wound.
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