Opossum Smile

[profound_moment]

I sit here with you.
Nice you.
And laugh.
You with your brown eyes
and me with an easy smile,
one that hasn't been seen
for a while,
talk about nothing.
Significant nothing.

Quietly
it seeps down my spine,
like a warm shower
after an afternoon in the snow.
I'm happy.

It seems as if
my opossum smile is
real.
Never dead, just resting.
Here it is now,
flickering in conversation.
With you.