Smile

Many moons,

many moons passed,

don't know even why.

You are,

again vivid in my mind.

Why,

I forgot you,

much time before.

But here I am,

calling you,

hoping to hear you,

back.

Silence,

over the many miles,

that keep us apart.

It was good,

until it lasted,

before time went.

I don't know why,

but I sometime hear,

that you call me,

somewhere,

down in my mind,

for no reason,

like just to see each other,

and say hi.

After all,

I need just to know,

that for every cry,

that again,

you'll take out,

a smile then,

will appear.