Smile?

Come on... smile for me...
Or at least smile at me while I dance around....
Don’t look so morose
Come on please?
I'm happy, excited... even scared...
Say you're happy for me?
Lie if you have to...
I know you don't want me to go
But it's such a better place...
I'll see you...
I promise I will
I'll run through the airport like one of those clichéd girls
And jump into your arms like a four year old
And not see the amused and sardonic glances of everyone around us
I'll squeal with joy when you come unannounced
And my eyes will dance...
I know how much you love them....
Won't you smile?
It'll hurt later but for now...
Please...
Be excited
Say congrats
Be happy?
Cause these casual dismissals are killing me
They tear into my happiness
They make me guilty and sad
I can't fly if you won't laugh at my antics
Laugh with that happy look on your face
While I cartwheel and somersault
I'll fall
Crash and burn
Like a bird without a wing
Come on smile for me?

From the old files...

(it was titled 5/9/06 i.e. the date it was written... for those who don't know "teacher's day" it sounds random and confused which i think i was that day.)

A dozen photographs

and 10 dozen memories.

Laughter and noise and a cacophony of emotion,

singing and teasing and laughing all over again.

The air is dancing and warmth fills the room,

with guitar chords and funny songs,

and cliched poses of all kinds,

with everybody,

for each and every camera...

Smiles and tears and lots of hidden feelings,

discussions and fights and silences of all types,

and it feels like

everything just stops for a moment

just for me.