His Smile

He wore his shirt.

He tucked it in his pants.

He fixed his tie.

He wore a waist coat over.

He wore a blazer over.

He sat down.

He wore his socks.

He slid his legs into his shoes.

He got up and walked to his mirror.

He looked himself over.

He smiled but it dropped instantly.

He should have adored himself.

He should have.

But he knew something was missing.

Something very delicate.

Maybe someone.

Someone more dear to him.

The only one that could make him smile.

She was his smile.

And he knew he wasn’t fully dressed without his smile.

-Anya Amarachi Jacinth


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