Her Smile

The glass touches her lips, feeling the smooth chilled confidence refresh her conscience, her smile slowly shows.
Duplicate yet different, the evening returns, he disregards her, what’s new?
She glances up at the screen, drowning in sorrow and down at her red stained glass.
Their longful eyes meet from across the room. Everything paused. Yet life kept going.
The familiar tap on her shoulder acquainting her to reality, revolving to the ill will glare.
The atmosphere fast forwarding around her, unstable and anxious.
Cigarette in her hand, thoughts racing through her mind. Pulling her glass to her mouth, finishing what is left… what is left?
Putting her cigarette out, glancing at him and then making her way across the room.
Falling into the unpretentious arms of the eyes who have never left hers, her smile slowly shows.