I saw a man sitting alone at a coffee shop downtown. He never spoke a word, but he told me stories with his eyes. He was quite reclusive, but I still understood the sorrows in his shaky hands,
The memories behind his furrowed brow.
He sipped his coffee in silence, but his body was screaming at nothing.
After some time, he finally noticed my contemplative staring and gave me his most honest attempt at a genuine smile,
But I still saw the sadness behind his teeth.
I smiled back,
In such a way to portray that,
Things get better.