A Smile

Hands clap in joy,
After they had once struck a cheek.
Mouths open to laugh,
After they had once open to hurt.

A girl, who sits down as she wails,
Clasping a red cheek,
Squeezing a broken heart.
The laughing seems to taunt her,
The clapping echoes in the empty hall.

But a wanderer from the crowd eager to redem himself,
Goes to the girl.
He picks her up,
He smiles.

The girl stares at him,
The river of tears stop,
The laughing and the clapping stop.
All there is left is a smile,
Soft and sweet.