Cold walk

I walked to talk,

but nothing,

came out of my mouth.

I walked to talk,

to take me out,

of this dark day,

at least for some minutes,

walking in the cold.

But nothing spoke,

only a smile again,

broke out,

unexpectedly,

like something that wasn't meant.

I never spoke,

I watched,

I heard,

I closed me to be warmer,

but nothing came out,

even if I'm full of words.

Only a smile broke out,

it was there,

I felt,

for some reasons,

warmer than a fire.

And as I'm back home,

no words came even yet,

I'm praying in me, sore,

to smile once more.