I still think about your smile
When the speck of a dimple formed on your cheek
And your lips spread to the corner of your face
Remember how I liked to kiss you at the corners of your lips at such times.
You seemed so beautiful, so childlike beautiful and your smile turned broader, the dimple deepening and then evaporating.
A fist squeezes my heart inside
and I die a little
That’s the feeling with which
I remember your smile.