so many of us walking around with smiles. holding keys in our hands. going to work. having conversations. shopping for groceries. so many of us coming home at the end of the day to rest our heads on pillows and missing someone so much that our tears bleed into our dreams. and our dreams leak into our mornings. and mornings start another day of grief that we’ll tuck inside our pockets because the world just wants to see our smiles.
