Love is on the Air

I feel that I am most beautiful
when I am sad
for no other emotion is truer, sharper
or more feminine.
I feel that I am most beautiful
when I am sad.
(Sadness is you
leaning in for a kiss
when I am some place else,
forgetting I have lips.)
I know that I am most beautiful
when I am sad
because when I turn to mirrors
my face changes
to rival the photographs
you took of me
when we were
happiest.