If you can't make someone smile, it's a sure sign you've outstayed your welcome, I reckon.
Back in the day, I could make your eyes light up. Light up the room. Light up your life. Lighten your load. Light your fire.
Now I am in the negative. A black sun radiating darkness, casting white shadows like the ghostly outlines of the Hiroshima victims, their absence etched forever into the stones.
The distance is growing between us every day you do not smile when you think of me. I am so lonely in this cold, quiet place where no one wants to come. I never had anything to offer you except myself, but neither of us thought at the time that this might be more of a burden than a gift.
There is no need to shoulder it. Lay it down and walk on with a spring in your step.
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