You left your notebook, a worn, navy blue thing, on the table next to mine. I can see your silhouette through the pane of glass drizzled with water, the word Cafe almost blocking my view of you. You are standing in the rain, black umbrella hanging limply from your(more) fingers, resting more on your shoulder than anything else. And I can almost predict the moment you switch the umbrella from one shoulder to the other. It has been a year since the first time I saw you inside this cafe. I was cramming for my English Lit exam. You were buying tea and a scone. And I fell in love with the small smile you gave the barista who handed you a cup of tea. So I came back the next day, with my courage gathered together like a bouquet I would offer you when I said "hi". But I never did and the flowers are still kept carefully cultivated in the back of my mind, waiting. And while I waited, I watched you move, learned your secret habits, searched for that smile. You were always poetically sad, the way every good story has a little bit of tragedy. I look out the window at you, tapping the notebook nervously against the edge of the table while I gather my courage. In one quick, impulsive movement, my books are shoved into my bag and I'm pulling on my coat. I dash across the street amid honking horns and startled screeches that I barely notice. My shoulders are damp with rain and I practically duck under your umbrella just to see your face. The dark blue notebook stretches between us like a bridge and my breathless "you forgot your notebook" is loud and awkward. You smile.(less)
The girl at the end of the bar,
Her cigarette winks at me
Like an unabashed come hither stare.
The glow hides a razorblade smile.
The last wine of light disintegrates
Exposing horns beneath halos,
(more) Nailing us naked to the night.
Thoughts blinked out of existence.
A murmur of soft impressions on each jagged corner;
Streaming through these concrete rivers.
City lights mirrored in the cold dark waters.
We breed fluorescent thoughts from our corner booths.
All the endless misconceptions of living beings
Spiraling through the darkened cities.
Outside the sky is a threatening gray
The rain hangs in suspended animation,
The darkness glistens with anticipation,
As a hemorrhage of light bleeds through the streets.
Beer is our bandage.
The night covers like a bruise.
The clouds drift like deadwood,
Obscuring a forgotten moon.
The wounds of discovering;
Or worse understanding.
It's not a fear of the dark, but a fear of the night.
Everyone else has someone to go home to, tonight.
The man in the long coat at the table in the corner is smiling at her and she's smiling back over her shoulder, holding her Daddy's hand as he orders a skim latte and a what-kind-of-juice-do-you-have?
She's twirling in her teacup dress, looking away then back, away then(more) back, her smile flashing like the shutters of a stoplight; stop and go, stop and go. Her Daddy turns to her and hands her the apple juice and they go to sit down at a table two down from the man in the long coat.
He sips his coffee and is still smiling at the girl, letting her break eye contact when she's feeling sheepish. He will be looking at her when she decides to look back at him. If she does. When she does.
Her Daddy hears his name called and gets up to grab the skim latte. The girl at the table has both hands on her juice cup as she switches between sucking the juice through the straw and chewing on it. Sucking and chewing and smiling. The man is still smiling too.
Her Daddy returns to the table and sees her smiling at the man in the long coat, and the man in the long coat smiling at her. It's-time-to-go and he holds her hand firmly and they leave the cafe, him stomping, her skipping. The man in the long coat returns to his coffee.
"What are you so happy about?" the woman says as she gives him a kiss on his cheek.
His smile is radiating and she can't help but smile back as he takes both her hands in his.
Marble scratched dusty frame film rolling with a ticking noise. Figures moving, closeup, super closeup, medium shot, long shot.
A shocking deliberateness of a still image with a couple significant motions juxtaposed on top of it. A flick of the head upwards. Small human interactions.
The serendipity(more) of going swimming in an empty indoor pool with one's clothes with the opposite gender or giving ice cream to a deserving stranger.
Silent film, charming simple plot. Applause. Smiles. A few words of reverence out loud, many more inside their heads a few minutes later. A week goes by, and they bring it up to a friend as an example of something that was just simply very good. They feel good about the side of life it portrays. They smile. Other people smile. Everyone is smiling. They are quietly charmed. They frown briefly because a small epiphany has occurred to them, then they smile again, brightly but even more quietly, as if they know the secret. Secret smiles smiling publicly.
the punchline could be a smile, maybe reciprocated by another smile. Or it could be dawning apprehension of something terrible, a close second to my favorite punchlines.
What do I say silently to give people their smiles? I want to do that. It will gives me greater license to speak. Even if I don't really see it to it's full extent, which we never do except for our closest friends, I'd like to know that I gave people some smiles. Especially the secret ones. Like Charlie Chaplin. That's more of a laugh out loud for me, especially in the immigrant. Or Lunch date, which made me full warm inside. Parts of Go Go! made me marvel but not smile. And deserts made me cringe and smile at the same time. You smile!(less)
I smile with a tightened face. Curled lips repress repeating waves of giggly tendencies. Thick wrinkles lead to a well known past. Slowly, dimples emerge. Eyebrows arch and then converge with eyelids and eyelashes upward. My gaze cannot be broken.
(more) The one I love smiles like she wants to know a secret.
Others smile like they have secrets. Eyebrows lowered, hunching over the eyes. Full, straight teeth, that are often too big for the mouth, gleam with hope in your direction. They almost chuckle with their own cleverness, edges of their mouth fluctuate up with personality for you and down with content for themselves. They often look beyond your eyes, not into you, but completely through you.(less)
Wow smiles, an interesting action exclusive to humans.
people have made huge fortunes making people laugh. We go to movies, shows , and of course watch TV to be entertained.
It takes us away from our routines, problems etc. for a short time. But smiles are (more)something that are free. We smile over
a biz deal meeting a close, friend, someone trips and we
smile, people have been known to smile at funerals, better
him or her then me. Impossible to be mad at someone and
smile. If you do you have a problem. I believe this is Gods
gift to us, so smile more you'll have more friends, you'll live longer and you'll probably never need a plastic surgeon.