Jane, Part 2 - Her Smile

She radiated pure joy unto me,

even though, when we were alone,

she was just as depressed as me.

I found it nice to know someone

like Jane, since she was just like me…

When she was happy, I was happy…

When she was sad, I was sad…

Her smile was pure white, glowing

like a lighthouse lamp, guiding me

to her.

She smiled a lot, even when she didn’t

want to, and I understood that.

She was my violent smile…

She was my reason to keep going…

And now?

Now I have a shirt that smells like her,

when I can’t stand that smell.

Now I have a twitch in my right hand

I can’t control since that was the hand

I touched her with…

I can’t…

I can’t stop thinking about her smile…

Her damn perfect smile...

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