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Smiles

​I stepped outside and you were right there, ground to a halt at the zebra crossing, left hand gripping the wheel, right arm slung casually out of the open window. Our eyes met for a moth’s wing-beat of a moment and then my legs stopped working. My lungs seized within their ivory cage; my skin recoiled, terrified, clinging on to its muscle beneath, trying desperately to appear less on fire than it actually was. You were so close that I could touch you. You looked the same: as before, as always. I looked unusually good, even better than you’d remembered: this excellent coincidence confirmed my suspicion that God is female.

Instead of speeding off, you stayed put, and everything around me came to a standstill. I looked in every direction apart from yours and yet all I could see was you. Without even looking, your face was all that I could see. I fell in love with you with my eyes closed in the first place, after all. You were smiling at me; you were happy to see me. It wasn’t your old smile though, the one I have chalked on the wall of my skull. This smile was heavy, so fucking heavy, anchored down by heartbreak and regret and shame. For the first time in some months, we were breathing the same air as one another. But this air was hot and stale, saturated with the vicissitudes of nostalgia. The memories that we had so carefully created and curated fell from the open sky and smothered us, a fusillade of love and pain and love and hate and love and loss and love.

You were waiting for me to acknowledge you: with a wave, with a smile, with a middle finger, anything. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry that I ignored you but my heart was being fed through a paper shredder and I didn’t want you to see me suffer, or rather, see me still suffering because of you, tragic and dismissible like a half-mangled fox dying by the side of the road. It would’ve been kinder of you to run me over, to put me out of my misery. That would have hurt less than it did to see you smile.

I realise now after all these years that that smile you wore was saying “I’m sorry” but, back then, I didn’t want to hear it so it fell on deaf ears. Now I want to listen to all you have, to all you are, to all you have become without me. We are older but none the wiser. Love is love, no matter the style of our smiles.

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5 thoughts on “Smiles

  1. “This smile was heavy, so fucking heavy, anchored down by heartbreak and regret and shame.”
    “my heart was being fed through a paper shredder”
    good god Mark you can describe feelings like no other. wow is right Ariel.

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  2. Darling Girl you make grief look beautiful you make sadness glorious and you give a new shine on sadness, you could turn the happy crowd into wishing they could inhabit the beauty of your perspective in a heart beat. My favorite line: Our eyes met for a moth’s wing-beat of a moment and then my legs stopped working. You describe that feeling perfectly.

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    • I appreciate you reading my work so very much, honestly your support and kind words and all of the magnificent poetry you gift us all means the world to me <3<3<3

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      • I read all that you write but during my illness I got all out of whack and lost the plot. I have read you since I found you and I will read you until squinting doesn’t work anymore so prepare yourself for a long career you got fans lady

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