Badges

I can’t turn it off

I fall in love twenty times a day
It crowds me
The perfection of it all
The posture, the hitch in the step
The crutch words and subtle
Flexing of fingers
The extra crease in a stranger’s
Smile no one ever bothered to note
The tides of her hair lapping the
Shoreline of her neck last touched
By a beautiful remnant of the
Cost of love lost

The intention behind the intention-less
The glaring design of the subtle
Badges of true beauty
Lost in the muddle

It’s impossible not to smile
If you look close enough

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