The Smile. 

​The smile.

Your smile.

Perched on the corners of your lips.

Concealed so willingly.

Flashed necessarily.

Out of duty.

I still remember,

The smile.

In the very first time,

Seized my heart.

Not perfect,

Yet warm.

Making up for my rough day.

And it still does.

Making me start from zero.

All over again.

Here I am,

Reliving it,

‘Butterflies’ in my stomach.

Damn, that smile.

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