Like early morning mist
Rising from a still lake
Her smile hesitantly moved
Up her cheeks
But stopped before
Reaching her eyes
Dark ponds reflecting
Sadness and despair
The ghost though of her smile
As tentative as it was
Hinted at a sliver of hope
Expressed a hidden longing
For maybe just a smidgen
Of joy and happiness
But the smile slowly faded
It was not meant to be