With A Smile

I look as you walk away, your dark brown hair rustling in the wind. I feel the Pain of what you did. 

   "Who cares?" I tell myself. 

   "You do," Was the answer. 

    "Maybe I can Laugh it all away," I say. Laugh. It feels good to Laugh after all the crying. 

     "It's still there," I say to myself. "The Pain is still here." 

      "Smile and keep that Smile on," I say to myself. 

       "All Pain passes," I say under my breath. "With a Smile."