So does my smile.
For in the darkness I shall reach out.
Not for you. That ache is much more sporadic since you’ve turned.
Still. I shall reach. For someone who isn’t there.
I shall ache for embrace where there is none to be had.
Daylight is my saving grace.
I shall greet you with a genuine happiness.
We shall sing songs and talk of silly things.
I will be euphoric in the glow of our friendship.