Both Sides of a Smile
The moon smiled at me
and I smiled back
All the stars
twinkled brightly too
Like the face of the sky,
it warmed up just for me
And I could see it
as I tried to return the smile
The sky didn’t care
that I returned the favor
It just continued to smile
until the sun could see it too
But when the sun came up,
it was whole.
It wasn’t smiling,
didn’t have the same kind of warmth
as the moon’s bright smile
There were no stars,
I didn’t see the face
I was angry; the sun was —
pushing its heat upon me
Not sincerely or —
because of its beautiful
smile.
Then I finally realized
What if
the moon
didn’t want to smile
but every night, the stars
forced it out of hiding
And what if
the sun
tried smiling with all its might
but the clouds wouldn’t help
What if the sun and moon
cried for each other
day and night
but the planets ripped them apart?
What if I were the stars and clouds,
taking friendships away
and hiding those who want to be seen
What if I was the moon
smiling for someone who would never see
Or what if I was the sun
trying to smile back but
others held me from it?
But what if I were all of them
consistnetly changing to one or the other,
depending on the day or mood
What if nothing was as it seemed
on the surface
What if everything and everyone
were all different?
And what if I’m right —
would I change — or —
blend in with the crowd
What if the sun and moon are
laughing at me now...
What
If