Silhouette of me...

A friend took a picture,
A silhouette of a person,
His face hid in darkness,
A smile, a frown or a grin?

I know not of his state,
But I do know of mine,
There isn't a smile or laugh,
Nor even a silly willy grin.

It'll be with sorrow filled,
A sulk or a sullen screen,
Glumness filling in total,
Every facial cell in pain...

Yet I will dare to look up,
And try to ease the crease,
I've stopped asking "why",
I'm willing to step in the lime.



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