Stingy smile
Stretched thin,
barely discernible as such
without a good deal
of imagination.
It replaced,
without warning,
the broad gaping laugh
that was filled with teeth,
and the back of your throat.
Do you remember it?
I do.
It was the one that
spread wide
covering your face
with light,
readily, easily visible
when I first met you.
~ cj 2011.08.04
I’ve seen those stingy smiles, and can relate to your poem completely.
It totally makes me smile…the real kind…when you read my poems. 🙂