There are these fleeting moments of happiness when she smiles. She thinks not of laugh lines nor wrinkles. She thinks not of what needs to be done. She simply smiles. The smile breaks through the weight of her heart. It radiates through serums of peptides to find itself settled on delight. Fleeting yet beautiful, in that one moment her head felt weightless. Her body felt joy. A tear falls recognizing the moment has passed. It will carry her until the next moment finds her. In a song or on a whisper, in a thought or left inside a dream, in the sleeping sigh of a child, the smile will find her.
Until she learns to find the smile.
