sjsprWriting

There are times when I sit, think, and all that comes to mind is your face. You're not smiling. You're just looking at something. There's a longing in your eyes. Sometimes you squint them, trying to discern whatever you're looking at. For some reason, you bite your lip pensively. Slowly, you stop biting them and a vibrant, red color comes up. You scratch your head. Then, I focus on your fingers - how lightly they move was you pass them through your hair. Now your face has turned. Your gaze is in my direction, but it is empty. As I sit still thinking, my eyes water. Yours do, too. Closing my eyes, I look down, my head low. Blood. All I see is red on your arms, wrists, thighs. Blood. You bite your lips again and look away. Now I see the tears. All I want is for your eyes to find mine. I search. Eager. Frightened. Confused. You sob. You murmur a few things. I can't understand. I grab your hand. 

Blood. All I see is red on my arms, wrists, thighs. 

"Smile," I whisper. "Smile," I plead. "Smile for me." 

I open my eyes and realize: it won't matter.