The Girl With the Smile

I look at her intent and smiles simply at me.
I observe the way her eyebrows lift in a slight questioning way.
As if to say is this good enough, are you happy now.
I look away and try again, she smiles grandly now.
Oh I see, she’s trying to mock me.
I look away, God why is this so hard, I look at her one last time.
And there it is a soft, inviting smile, a smile that says I’m okay.
Okay this one is perfect I say to her.
This smile says I’m fine just fine; don’t ask me why my eyes are rimmed red.
This smiles says don’t ask me why I won’t look you in the eyes.
So she says to me try this one out today and I do.
Everyone who saw the smile smiled back and left it at that.
I go home and look at her again; she smiles in way that says “They believed you”.
The smile goes away now and I relish in the sadness, I can just be alone.
So I look at myself in the mirror one more time, just to make sure I’m really here and I am.