There is a smile
Slightly chagrined
Light red grin
Adding clear lake reflections
Of soft water sorrow

Existing on the verge of
Partially forgotten loves
Chapped lips partly parted
Nearly whispering
Almost trembling
With the pain of
Remembering

Night clears the fog
Dulls the deadman’s drums
Slows the engines hums
Bidding all old thoughts
Enter anew slightly renewed
Some pleasurable
Others come unwelcomed

Specifics exist
But abstractions
Are better fits
Vagaries are safer
Smiles grow smaller
Tightening till
Their terrible weight
Explodes and dissolves