For Lynn Poem by Annie Badillo

so you’re sitting

there

on the couch and i can

swear

that i can see the sadness

drip from you like

dew drops from a blade of grass

and it takes all of your energy

to look up at me and

force a smile.

yours is the saddest smile i have ever seen.

the t.v. drones in the background

your only companion and you

know the characters in the shows

like you know all the darkest corners

in your lonely cold house.

the lines around your eyes

tell the tale of grief

and the downturn of your

lips

speak of the unsurmountable

mountain that is your pain

your head snaps up

as you sense me observing you

and i see your sad smile

and i see the lines that

tell all

and you ask me as i

simply look at you

'how was your day? '