Unique

I don’t live here.
I live in a place called ‘here’
and it smiles at me in a way
that I can’t quite describe.

That smile is not unique.
Here, ‘smile’ is just
another place to call ‘home’.
A smile is a reason to live here.

Here at ‘here’, this place
where I am but do not live,
the currency exists only
in the wildest of imaginations.

Or perhaps simply…the most liberal.

I am a smile…a currency
that exists only in the mind.
My smile is not unique.
Did I ever stop to wonder why?

Here is the place that consistency
will have a chance to
breathe a moment of laughter
in the instant that the ‘smile’

disappears…

What will she say
when the snow petals fall
and the lightning that cries
burns my fingers?

I am an echo of an empty feeling,
a simple ‘smile’ that exists in
the instant that you don’t
need anymore…have already forgotten.

So spend me away in the same breath
and stay ‘here’ where your
currency can run in this beautiful
reality away from my ‘smile’.

It wasn’t unique anyway.