From A Smirk To A Smile

: : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : When we first met, I saw her smirk like Emma Watson, But later on, she smiled like Lynda Carter, You know, that Wonder Woman, Diana Prince smile. I still can't figure out what changed her mind about me. At first, quite distanced from me, Just short replies to my questions, Hardly paying attention or sharing a little of herself. I told her about my life as she listened patiently, But I didn't tell her any jokes as some guys would. I didn't even compliment her on her looks. Sure, she looked cute, but would a smile hurt? Perhaps she had been hurt by love, so I spoke gently. Sometimes a soft voice compels a person to draw closer. Then something happened to me. I wanted so much to kiss her on the lips. I resisted it and just carried on the conversation. Something had to happen to make that kiss possible, But that wasn't the right time. Minutes later, I realised she was ready to move on, Back to her Spring cleaning and gardening once again. So I accepted that typical farewell, "I must get on! " And then she smiled cheerfully and walked away. I smiled at the thought of it, That she had taken my heart with her, Until some other time, we would talk again, Yet even now, I wish that I'd kissed her. Oh, dear. What a pity. Never mind. Denis Martindale. May 2021.