“You cannot get through a single day without having an impact on the world around you. What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make.”
I’m asking you for answers,
But I know I’ll just get nothing,
I don’t know why I bother,
Thinking you’re the man of the hour.
I remember the days,
Where we laughed and played.
It was simpler, easier back then,
When we didn’t have the pressure.
Fairytales and fantasies,
Were the thoughts that I had.
None of this about the future,
It was all about the here and now.
Free willed and fun loving,
It made the times so easy.
I miss the days of you and me.
I miss the days of worriless dew.
Why can’t we just go back,
And forget this burning pain?
Ignore the tears that fall,
Licking the wounds that remain.
Back to the days of hope,
The days of smiles,
The days of dreams.
Laughed a little.
He had a cheeky glint.
You moved closer.
You were taking the lead.
He sat up. Took note.
Your eyes land on him.
Your gaze check him out.
Up, down. Linger on the face.
The lips, the smile.
You found your target.
He was playing you.
You let him lean in.
Let him move your hair,
to whisper in your ear.
He said the right things.
He was interested.
You were playing him.
It was the smile I remembered the most,
Like sunshine – big, bright and beautiful.
A smile that was almost a laugh,
That brought so much life to the eyes.
It was a smile that could solve a bad day.
It could make you forgot your woes.
It could take you back to a simpler time.
It made you realise the simplicity of what life could be.
All that in a smile.
But even the brightest of smiles couldn’t cure memory’s failures.
I remember, I remember, but the memory fades each day.
It gets a little dimmer as the years go on.
Your smile. I hold on. Still shining. Still so pure.
I hold on as it’s all that I can do.
Are you still smiling?
I’m still here.
Keep smiling for me.