I saw an old photograph of you.
Something was out of place,
but I couldn't quite place it.
Different hair? Slimmer thighs?
Technicolor makeup or different shoes?
I found it then: a smile.
Not just any--not the one you see
or don't see now--
but the one of youth. Of ignorance.
Of sacred happiness.
The smile I have forgotten,
and I think you have, too.