A name. Lies lonely

But scrawled elegantly

Upon a marking board

Not to be forgotten

Immortalised.

A name. Is all

That remains.

Proof of the existence

Of a being with

A life saving smile.

A brief expression, touching

The deepest darkest depths

Of my life

With sweetness and light.

Did you sense your

Smile was needed?

Did you guess the

Haunting of an inner sadness

An internal, eternal tragedy?

The sight of one sat mourning

Clad in Death's emblem colour.

That sweet smile -

Was a lifeline.

Eagerly grasped at

But now severed mercilessly

By an executioner's axe.

Sentenced to death by a smile.

Because it engendered a hope

That died.

To those Heaven-sent

Nature-blessed with

Life saving happiness:

Tread softly amongst

Those delicate born.

To be lost now

Without you

Has proved my fatal undoing.

Natasha Haidar © 2004