The Smile

Taking a break from modern dance,
Her only escape from reality
She sits alone on a bench.
Drinking her orange juice
Eating Scooby Doo cinnamon cookies
That same blank look on her face.
She taps her bare feet on the cold ground
Someone comes along
And asks her if she's going to be
"All emo like you were last time?"
Then she hears familiar footsteps
She looks up to confirm
It's him.
She smiles at him, her mood suddenly changes
He smiles back and sits down next to her
"You see? Even within a five-foot range I can still make you smile."