I would draw a curve like those Of a fishing boat, its bottom, Or the body of the moon sometimes In its perfect time And begin to dream.
And google things like, "a small depression in the flesh, Either one that exists permanently Or one that forms in the cheeks When one smiles", And then write poetry, Subpar to the actual thing.
You don't know the magic that you are.
Through your smile, I learned to cheat all death, all life, All me, all being, all being, All what-ifs and trying-to-be-s. Through your smile, I knew, That God is good, has been And always will be.