Friday, Dec. 14, 2001

smiling



I talked to "him" this afternoon....and this happy poem happened....

I have a picture dancing around in my head.

Leaned back.
Feet crossed on desktop.
Every hair in perfect place.
I’m sure he had a smile.
Because I heard him laugh.

I have a picture dancing around in my head.

It feels good to smile about him again
Maybe I shoulda told him that…

I have a picture dancing around in my head.
And a smile that nothing can erase

Smilin’….
PoeticaL

with his wicked little smile
all was broken and shattered
and nothing is ever forgotten

-Chapter Verse

poetical at 5:21 p.m.

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