Sittin At The Park

There is a girl I see everyday...
she sits alone mostly...
she sits usually with her back to a tree or rock

she seems to be in her own little world...
lost in what shes doing
not in where she is...

she has her headphones on...
shes listening to her music...
her favorite band???
artist???
or just music...

she only looks up occasionally...
with searching eyes...
questioning eyes...
then back into her book her gaze drops...

suddenly...
there it is....
her breath ceases for just a moment...

a song has come on...
a reminder of him???
was it His favorite song??
was it a song that you told him about???
dedicated to you perhaps???
or maybe the song that was playing when he told you he was done???

she has gotten lost in her music...
silently yells his name...
yells for help...
yet no one even looks her way...

no one but i...
but she sees me not...
i do not exist...
i am merely an observant...
i am no one...

smile...
Smile I say to you...
Smile for the world is beautiful...
for your smile is beautiful...
for with that smile you give hope...

Smile, even a sad smile is still a smile...
for a sad smile...
may turn into a real smile...
smile for there are others out there...
others that care...
others...

-Marcos Cisneros