question and answer

you ask me a question,
and i turn my attention to answer.
i listen as you repeat the question
and i look intently at you, trying to find the answer.

that's when the answer slips away
and instead i find the smile:
which never fails to get me,
all aching to see you give it again.

nevermind you say,
and i try to prolong my stare.
working my way around words
playing dumb just so i can see it again.

but you turn away,
and i return to my numbness.
i relive that two second moment; returning to the answer
which will wake you turn my way.