It’s hard to say when it disappeared.
- A smile crosses my face.
A day turned to days which lead into months in the storm.
- A smile crosses my face.
Something revealed to those who wanted to believe what they saw, yet no longer real.
- A smile crosses my face.
It was shown daily, but rarely was it truly felt.
- A smile crosses my face.
Thoughts of you bring it bubbling up from some forgotten place.
- A smile crosses my face.
Awareness flowing in that it actually has meaning again.
- A smile crosses my face.
Laughing at the funny things you say.
- A smile crosses my face.
Realizing that you take the time to find out who I really am.
- A smile crosses my face.
Finding a friend in an unexpected way.
- A smile crosses my face.
