She smiles so sadly. An upward tilt of the lips that barely constitutes as a smile.
It looks forced. A mask as fragile as porcelain. An untouchable display for other people’s viewing.
Her smile is lonely. Some would say cold, but if they bothered to look into her eyes they would see her pain.
I want to tell her it’s okay. It’s okay to feel sad. That she didn’t need to smile if she didn’t mean it.
Yet my words are stuck.
My lips are formed into their own twisted smile. One that feels just as forced as hers looked.
I’m not willing to drop my mask, and I understand she might not be willing to drop hers either.
So we smile.
Both forcing a front of happiness that neither person feel.
As we give empty smiles to one another, I realize I can see her sadness because it resonates with mine.
Two unwavering facades put on for the world.
Two sad, meaningless smiles.