A Smile Where the Glimmer Still Exists

In life you will face trials. This is a part of the experience. It's no use going to look for them, though. They'll find you all the same.

Consider this: A wink. A kiss. The touch of a hand on your shoulder as the warmth fills your chest, and you think of the rest, and your longing becomes even greater than before.

Consider this: A wink. A kiss. A solemn vow that rises from the deepest part, beyond your heart, and offers this and more.

Consider me: A call. A plea. A wish that if it's granted brings a quiet joy. A girl. A boy. A future stretched out endlessly to see.

Consider this. A swing. A miss. An inward, crushing, terrible collapse. A song. Get up. Move on. But never quite the same.

A younger man. A thought. A plan. Without a clue. A stranger next to you. A man. A brilliant plan. But no one sees. They all just look right through.

The eyes. The tired eyes. The gleam is dimmer, but surely not gone. The hands with stories more than you will ever read or hear or know.

Consider this: A wink. A kiss. Such a simple act which started all of this. A life. An afterlife. A smile where the glimmer still exists.