We all wish for them,

a smile that says little to anyone,

except to offer peace.

When we live the harsh reality

of a shattered dream,

we’re often asked to pause,

give credence to the suffering

soul that starts over,

begins again,

transfers a previous affliction

toward a barterer’s token in the bizarre.

We aren’t too sorry to suggest

someone else fall equally closer

to an essential hell.

Aren’t we all as tolerant as each other,

while we balance our nerves,

we settle our own,

without anyone else helping at all.