The Long Gone Smile
She is a thin woman says the width of the freshly washed dresses.
A clean lady says the kitchen without a speck of dust.
But a very dull and proper person say the gray colors of the apartment.
Someone slowly aging says the hair dye by the shower.
A young boy lives here says the size of the sneakers by the door.
A child with talent says the dust on the broken trophies thrown in the back of the closet.
A lonesome child says the tearstains left on the pillow of an unmade bed.
A rich family says the light flickering off the granite counters.
But a family with something missing says the bed made for two.
Someone gone says the third smile of a man framed in a family photo on the wall.
Someone long gone says the trail of petals leading to the door,
Fallen off of a bouquet
Yet to be laid on a grave.