Smile

Not in many ways,
And in words,
Fewer still.

And I do not have an excuse.

Forgive me, I do not live
In the shadows like you.

I'd rather smile.
I'd rather be far
Than be near
But is taken hostage
In your box of gloom.

I'm no longer yours
And I'd rather smile.

Fleeting

There were riots of these
Like broken beer bottles
Scattered in pure rage.

I could almost touch them
In my palms, I can almost hold them.

Almost.

But, when you try,
You realized they're never for the taking.

Ah, night lights.

Bright, they could be.
Yet, they never last.