|Two weeks he was gone
Doing something somewhere in the world
I would like to imagine he was alone
doing nothing special
That would make him think of anything but me,
Cause I was hurting miserably.
I was looking for my smile
In other peoples symphonies of laughter
In constellations of stars
But realized he took it with him to the wilds
The day he showed up with my smile
Glowing in his palm,
he must have stolen it the last time he had touched my cheek
As if his beautiful smile is not enough for him. (you greedy bastard)
Holding my hand he gave it back,
It wasn’t hard, he didn’t bargain much
We just stood there smiling, forgetting about the past.
Suddenly his smile said “you’re the best girl in the world”
And my smile asked him why
He is not much of a talker or he talks way too much.
Should I tell him how I felt when he was on his quest?
How every time I asked if he is back the no’s were flying
Like arrows to my heart.
So I just said “can you promise me something?”
“The next time you decide to disappear please let me know in advance”
“I want to be prepared”
“By not letting you go”
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