Your Smile

You live with me.
I see your face.
It never goes away.

And why would it?
It cannot leave
for I shall make it stay.

I shall dwell upon your smile.
I cannot let it go
to a place that's far away.

For I would die without it
a little every minute
and you would hear me say,

'I'm desolate without your smile.
You must not take it away,
not now or on any other day.'

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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