When the Smile subsides where does it go?
And if my hearts rays fade, how will I know?
Sinking down that distant watery line is my mind, my recollection, my smile.
I can see it grow colder, replaced from myself by a mile.
When the Smile subsides, I think of “before”.
Because I was happy…truly happy… right to my very core.
Now, rolling in the sheets, I search for cognizence.
Because only darkness and questions chase me in the cave of conciousness.
When the Smile subsides, I am utterly, romantically lost.
And if I can’t find my answers, that watery line will likely frost.
Frozen under the surface, the Smile’s corners turn.
Down and down they drip, losing its festive burn.
When the Smile subsides, there is a scary fact.
If I don’t know how it happened, how am I supposed to get back?
Head in my hands, eyelids together.
Smile please rise again and clear my emotional weather.
When the smile subsides, its due to eventually return.
And if I patiently wait, I hope I will start to learn.