Oh How She Could Smile

She used to smile, back when you were there by her side and singing. She has a nice smile, something you once said to me, the first time we finished our gig at a bar. She was just a waitress in daisy dukes, plaid shirt tied to you could see her belly. I remeber how she smiled when you nodded and dedicated the next one to, "that gorgeous waitress who's been working hard all night."

Oh how she could smile, it could water roses and help them grow into the most beautiful flowers the planet has ever seen. Do you remember when you took her home that night? She sat in the front seat of your car, top down, as you cruised the streets shouting the lyrics over the wind.

Oh how she smiled when we went back to your place and you got out your guitar. She sat next to you as you wrote down lyrics for our newest (and first) love song, humming along with the cords you strummed.

It has been a long time since I've seen that smile, it has been even longer since you stopped humming that song everywhere you went. As much as I hated seeing her happy... with you... I hated not seeing that smile.

Oh how she frowned when she first heard you yell at her. I believe she even stomped out of the room, rushing right past me mumbling, "that idiot, he'll never learn." When she slammed the door shut, I almost thought I would never see her again... untill she came back... the next morning.

Oh how she cried when you wouldn't listen to her, speeding down the highway fifty miles over the speed limit. She cried so hard, pleading for you to slow down or stop, or at least let her out when we came to the next gas station.

Oh how she sang your song, laying next to you on the highway, stroking your face as the life drained out of it.

Oh how she sings it today, where you lay.

You inspired her.

To keep writing, to keep singing, she now performs where you once did at that bar you met at.

She just dedicated a song to you, saying, "This one goes out to the love of my life, who I met here at this bar, who has inspred me. I write only for him."

Oh how she smiled when she had finally found her closure in music.