Jealous

I get jealous sometimes.  Not often but it happens.    It makes me a bit more mad each time.  Not angry but driven mad.  That there was a smile that I missed out on seeing.  You’ve got the best smile.  Your lips can’t stop and your eyes join in.  I hope, at the end, we all get to look back and see moments from our lives and one of the things I’ll ask for is to see a montage of every smile you ever gave.  What a note to go out on.