It’s the little smiles that feel best,
Exchanged between strangers,
That remind me that I meant something once
And someone wants me to mean something again.

I’m not ready to mean something,
The big nobody,
Nothing,
But my heart is warming up.

Everything else follows the heart for me,
And the little smiles from beautiful people
And touches from lovely women
Whether its the hugs of friends,
The kisses of something more
Or just the presence of others,
It all means something good
And real.

Do you remember me on my game,
The almost-smug grin that plays at the corners of my lips?
you will.