It made me wonder...

He smiled, but it didn't seem to touch his eyes, and it made me wonder, if his spirit was like mine.

But then I realized, broken does not need more shards, and pain will not let go of guards.

I realized hurt does not invite compassion and suffering is a locked down mansion.

That love does not glue back a fracture, that he and I, equal disaster.

So I smiled, but it didn’t seem to touch my eyes, eyes he caught, his forehead creased

as his hand found mine in the crowd, to hold on for a second, then release.

And we smiled, but it didn’t seem to touch our eyes.