Hearing his smile.
It's the smallest
change in his voice.
Some may not notice.
It's subtle but
I hear it clearly.
I can't see him
but hearing his smile
brings the image
of his face to mind.
He's happy.
He wears happiness well.
Smiling suits him.
Smiling with his
whole face,
in his eyes too.
In this moment,
the song he shared
with me
plays in the background.
And behind his eyes
I see not only a smile, but
there's appreciation
and comfort.
Ease.
It's infectious.
I smile just from
hearing his,
even though
it's the smallest
change in his voice.
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Author:
Mario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2017 18:10
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Exceptional. "Hearing a smile," that's brilliant. And with "it's the smallest change in his voice," it becomes poetry. If this is an indication of how you write then you must continue to post here. Loved this one. More, Please. -,Phil A.
Thank you very much. That was the first poem I have written of my own volition. I'm glad you enjoy it and I shall do so.
Very good evocative write.
Thank you very much
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