Careless as a stolen valentine
left beyond its time in a hidden drawer
I fling my smile across the room
and paint my song with lip-gloss on the air.
I didn’t think that he would catch my smile
and slip a copy of it into his breast pocket
beside his stash of pens and his paperclips.
I couldn’t have known that he’d keep it there
for a whole year without telling me.
And to think I was waiting all that time,
though I didn’t know it, for him
to take it out and give my smile back.