She has the biggest smile.
Bigger than any woman I have ever known,
except one.
She broke my heart.
I may have broken her heart,
but I’m not sure.
I like a big smile.
A big smile says warmth,
and gentleness,
and trust.
But it doesn’t say welcome.
Not always.
It never fails to make me happy,
her big smile.
She never fails to make me happy,
except when she does.
Except when she leaves the room.
But when she comes back,
with her big smile,
so does mine.