How many smiles do I have?

So I watched half of "How to Deal" yesterday at Tin's. And I saw "Win a Date with Tad Hamilton" today. What do these two movies have in common? They both have John Mayer in their soundtracks! "Not Myself" and "Back to You" respectively. I found myself wondering if there was gonna be a Jason Mraz song in there, too; I spent the better part of the day listening to him, and found myself singing parts of The Remedy after I finally unplugged myself from the school's bandwidth.

"She has six smiles." One of the most memorable dialogues in today's movie. Jackie tried number off my smiles; she named a few and lost count. Then she asked me. "How many smiles do I have?" and I was speechless. I looked at the pictures from the old webpage; couldn't find the words. I thought -- at least, I tried. Nothing. How does that happen nowadays? I can talk about anything else -- look at all the stuff I've blogged in the past 48 hours. Yet I can't answer a question that -- after 2+ years, by all rights -- I should have learned the answer to,

Her smile makes me speechless. No: that's not an excuse not to try to think.

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My mind blurs,
my words slur,
brain hazes over
as her gazes meet
mine own.

Something in her eyes like eye-drugs:
addicting, like drinking from fine wine-jugs........

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See what I mean by not finishing poems I start? I'm reminded of a John Mayer paraphrase: "Songwriting starts with a white-hot moment: a sudden flash of ideas... Finishing a song is the songwriter's way of honouring that single moment." Something like that, I'm filling in the blanks in my memory. I haven't been able to finish what I start; the ideas have come and gone: some are musical, some are lyrical. But they never come at the same time. I hate that. Oh well. In God's time...

In the meantime, I'll be Sleeping to Dream about you, to dream about that smile.