Your wretched eyes were truly
speaking, so very struck by the unruly
life you lead. The tears were wrinkles
and the shine your unreal smile.

One moment were these lines
in crossing. The best of signs
are those so very soon forgotten.
Because in a moment of distraction

you vanish in a crowd as loud
as screams your eyes emitted.
I'd do all to make a smile appear,

a real one, meant and felt but not
intended. Spontanious in the heat
of the moment would your pain be.