{"id":88014,"date":"2021-06-26T09:48:42","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:48:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88014"},"modified":"2021-06-26T09:48:42","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:48:42","slug":"your-smile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/your-smile\/","title":{"rendered":"Your Smile"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">It\u2019s very quiet, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">But it\u2019s not quiet enough. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Everyone whispers, at funerals. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">But no one ever shuts up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">There is a collage near the front,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">With pictures of you. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">When you were small, <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">When you were young,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And then some from near the end. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">You smile in all of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">So many people come up <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">and talk about your smile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I don\u2019t remember your smile when I think of you.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I remember humid afternoons,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And games I was too young to play,<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">And strained voices <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">traveling through the vents. <\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">I miss you, still.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">But I don\u2019t think of your smile. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s very quiet, But it\u2019s not quiet enough. Everyone whispers, at funerals. But no one ever shuts up. &nbsp; There is a collage near the front, With pictures of you. When you were small, When you were young, And then some from near the end&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88014","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88014"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88014\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88073,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88014\/revisions\/88073"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}