Sparkle
The way the spotlight hits your dress
You sparkle
Which gives your ivory skin an other worldly Radiance
Crimson locks brushing your shoulders
Perfect presence and composure
You speak at a measured pace
Impeccable accent, enunciation, and delivery
The stage is yours
The audience, in your hands
You glide thru the crowd, with the grace of a dancer
They flock to you
A self-admitted Compulsive Smiler
You default to your widest, welcoming grin
Everyone you greet wants to be in your glow
They feel like they know you and ask the same seven questions
There’s more to you than those questions
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But they never ask the questions that you really want to answer
You reply to everyone with kindness and your beautiful smile
Always present, always in control
Except that one time
For a moment, when you thought nobody was looking
You turned away from the celebration, and by the look on your face, your thoughts drifted somewhere else
The sparkle dimmed, and your electric smile gave way to an expression of longing and sadness.
Maybe you were remembering the places you were with your lover
Sunsets in California
Markets in Marrakesh
Christmas in Vienna
Spring in Tokyo
Kingdoms across the globe
Wishing you were together, far from here, where you’re reluctantly the center of attention
Letting out an almost imperceptible sigh, you reset, believing nobody witnessed that moment
Back to the present, where everyone adores you
Back to the sparkle, where they don’t really know you
CAP; RCI: TYMM
