Despair doesn't always cry

Despair doesn't always cry.

Hopelessness doesn't always harmonise with the tragic tunes 

Tap-danced to in the meagre hours of a Monday 

                Morning.

The end isn't just a dead-end decision.

A broken smile isn't a simple slight in facial foundations.

Sadness isn't just a diminished sparkle in sapphire eyes.

Despair isn't an extrovert.

And despair can be beautiful...

To the blind-sighted souls

That sojourn through Monday

To Sunday 

Genuinely smiling.

Despair dances through days

As though waltzing away wishes -

Stirring up the wonders of woe.

Despair connects in absent company.

Strangers smile in solidarity 

Over a sparkling Stella -

                        Eyes lost in a life lived.

Yet despair has not conquered.

Because we are both sat here.

Living our little lives.

And tomorrow will be a new day.

And she will say

This 

Again and 

        Again

Until despair disintegrates.

And she too, 

Genuinely smiles.