He remembers how grief
enveloped his mind,
went burrowing in with a tear;
went digging in
to the center of his sight
and stayed there.
A blot. An obstruction.
Permanent.
He didn’t notice it shrink,
not at first,
but rather felt the tweak
at the corner of his lip,
twitch, twitch,
until it slipped
into, unintentionally,
a smile.
