Smile,
when the phone was hung up,
replaying the conversation in his head,
he was at ease,
knowing that love was growing,
he felt the rush of joy,
encapsulated by its scent,


Smile,
that's all he could do,
when he reflected on the moment,
lost in time,
watching the clock disappear,


Smile,
wondering if she felt the same,
thinking of her voice,
he drifted like a swan on the lake,
racing towards the bank,
he knew safety was there,


Smile,
that's all he can do,
as he lies asleep,
pondering,
praying,
that tomorrow his phone will ring...


Dayne-Christopher