You used to smile with me

For me....

Each smile like a little ray of sunshine

Wrapped behind 32 teeth and a pair of bright brown eyes

Some smiles I took immediately

Some I kept safe. Tucked neatly in my right leg pocket.

So that when the days without you got bad
(And they often did)

And a razor would find its way from my finger tips to my thighs

I'd simply remeber your eyes

And your teeth and lips and smile

Tucked tucked safely in my right leg pocket

Above the battleground of mostly lost wars

Scars, gashes, slashes

That I've collected over the years before I met you

Now it's getting dark again

And my right leg pocket feels empty.