The Light of Your Smile

You smiled at me,
a simple thanks when I offered you a seat;
a courtesy extended, and courtesy returned.

We traveled on the ferry, side-by-side, unknown,
our separate selves like islands in the sound.
But in your smile I found
a kindness that I yearned to feel.
Your eyes were warmth and light
in my dark December day.
I prayed that you would turn and speak to me,
would take the time once more
to smile before we reached the shore.

Your body felt relaxed and soft beside me
on that peaceful ride
until a man’s voice called to you across the aisle.
“June, come now. This man’s gone and left his seat.
There’s room for us together now.”

You gathered up your coat,
reluctantly? Or was it weariness?
In any case, your face came close to mine.
Our eyes met one more time,
and you smiled.