Yesterday I smiled for the first time in a while.
14 days, to be exact. A fortnight's passed since the last.
I smiled for no reason really, nothing I could tell,
but still the smile smiled, still all life seemed well.
Nothing could distract it, nothing could replace,
the beaming row of pearly whites that stretched across my face.
Everything thing I did, everything that played,
just added to the sense of joy that hung with me that day.
Things that otherwise would make me sad,
things that otherwise would make me mad, would make me bad,
just made me glad.
Glad for it all, glad for everything,
it wasn't just started after seeing my team win.
It was there from the onset, the early waking hours,
it stayed with me until the end when I pulled up the covers.
I knew that it would fade, the way it always does,
I knew it would escape without making a fuss.
I could tell that it was coming as soon as I shut my eyes,
the same feeling always happens as I lose my fake disguise.
The disguise that says I'm happy, the one that says all's good,
I watch it go, it slips away, I sink back into the mud.
It takes hold of me, pulls me back in,
it wipes away the merry grin.
And there it stays for 14 days knowing that for just one day,
in each two weeks it goes away.
Replaced by something, something good,
replaced by my biweekly good mood.