The rain falls,
mimicking tears that could trail my face,
but none come.

A smile creeps across my lips.
I can’t really control it,
spreading rapidly to my eyes,
and my goofy self doesn’t know what to do.

My friend smiles at me as I smile to the world.
She knows as much as I do
that my poker face leaves when I think of you.

Maybe it’s a blursing —
I don’t know,
but you know what that is
and why I would say it.

I wish I could, simply,
be with you right now.