The one that escaped…

Headphones on her ears..connected to an ipod…she was sitting across me.
Her eyes closed, it looked like she was asleep.
She was smiling, apparently listening to her favorite song.
Silent…Simple..sweet…smile.
A smile…that I imagined to traverse through her (closed) eyes to her heart and extend to her soul.
I was almost beginning to envy the clarity and quiet in her face, when the anti curve set in.
A small geometrical change to the perfectly placed upward curve…..and then there were more muscles turning than just her lips.
Shaking brows…she swallowed much more than just tears with that lump in her throat.
She tried to conceal the shaking lips…bit them…stretched them…she was apparently ashamed of the public outburst that had just begun inside her.
I would never know what disturbed her.
But it was something that robbed a serene smile.
Something that …made eye brows come together…made fingers clutch the ipod tight…
And then a deep sigh…she breathed out and there was peace again on her face.
Slowly she opened her eyes…filled with tears…and blur.
I wished she dint close them…if she did…the brimming pot would spill over…she just batted her eyelids.
And the one that escaped….gave her away…gave her away to the entire world…the entire world she didn’t care about…
She never wiped it… She closed her eyes again…Peace Reigned.