Faces (owed to Carl Jung and Smokey Robinson)

I studied my face today

While glancing into the mirror.

I saw new lines forming on either side

From the inner corner of each eye

Trailing down to the nearly the side of the lip on the same side.

It made me wonder if I cry all night.

Every night.

But the tears dry before I rise

Like they’re doing me a big favor.

I wonder what speaks to me

While I try to rest

And what it tries to say in this

Rather bizarre way?

The tracks of the tears

Tell a story

And during the day, they provide solid evidence

That my smile is my daytime face.