I slide my fingertip along the slit that was your smile
It was never broad and beaming
Just a trace of emotion
But, that was enough
The slight upturn of your lips
Indenting the skin around your eyes, like tight-woven lace
Your smile is imprinted in my memory
And, if I listen carefully enough
I still hear your laugh.
Softly, would you snicker
Though, your face would barely show it.
In times of strife
I embrace this photograph of you
An infinite reminder that,
Although your smile was small
You were happy.
Inspired by the word prompts offered by, https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/11/15/wordle-482/