There are different kinds of smiles. The hurried, obligatory one when you pass someone in a rush. The empathetic one from strangers as you're wiping tears in the grocery store isle. There are wide smiles of reacquaintance, and cheesy ones from cheek to cheek to make each other giggle. Smiles to fill the void, subtle smiles when you finish a task, & smiles while driving away from job interviews or dates.
One countenance, a multitude of meanings.
but then there is your smile, that is its own. It speaks in volumes while suggesting nothing at all. I don't wonder why its there, so beautifully carved into your skin, nor do I question your thoughts. Time stops. It makes me feel settled into my soul to see you curving your lips looking in my direction. I can't help but reciprocate.
Wrote this about no one in particular, but can remember pockets of love where it was very applicable to individuals in the moment. Now it's written through the eyes of reminiscence.