Poetry

-=The Good-bye Smile

       You know that smile that happens just as they get on that plane to leave?
That smile you force on because they need to see it one last time. That silly,
all important, all meaning, horribly forced smile that just seems to appear
there on your face when all you want to do is curl up and cry. This is
that smile.

-=The Good-bye Smile

I smile.
I smile because you don't know.
I’ll never tell.
The lonely nights.
The insomnia.
The ragged sobs in the darkness.
I smile.
I smile because it helps.
You shouldn't know.
The fear buried deep.
The anxiety.
The uncontrollable tremors.
I smile.
I smile because it hurts.
It would kill you if you knew.
The wicked mornings.
The false cheeriness on the phone.
The inner pleas for your return.
I smile.
I smile because I must.
And you can never know.

By Amanda Schleininger


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