that darn oil change

I can't forget how I felt.

How I feel.

What I wish.

People ask what's the first thing I notice.

I think I've discovered my true answer:

a smile.

My eyes fall there, before anything else.

Your smile.

I saw it.

How kindly you spoke.

How gentle you looked.

How nice you were.

The moment replays in my mind.

I can't push it out.

Will I drain in my unrealistic hope?

I never thought a simply oil change would have caused so much trouble in my head. Then again, I'm not surprised. I know where this will end - there's no reason to hope.