smirk.

they used to say,
it was your
favourite thing;
to crack
the elusive smirk.

i used to think,
it was the
hardest thing;
but somehow
you blindly knew.

but like the
seasoned victor
new escapades
await;
beckon and beg.

you are so wanted,
so desired.
and you despise the need,
but yearn for the desire.
the chance;

to burn and feel again.

i wasn’t playing;
i wasn’t numb
like you.

you used to say,
noone else
would ever know.
you were right.
it is different.

and noone else
will ever
know like you.
but all you knew
is gone.

the shadows
don’t reflect;
the past, the ghost.
i cracked your
smirk.

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