Without Me

You're watching again, I know it. I don't need to look, to see or reciprocate your easy grin. It's always ready, I hold it for keeps. Words are something else, somewhere far. Many came and went. Your smile contains the ones I project, from somewhere in. A part of you, a part of me. Sometimes, they still hint at the shadow of the wholeness of you. But I'm not romantic. Some things I forget on purpose. And dreams are fair to all. Indifferent to the wants of us, faithful to the needs of us. Sometimes, they remind me. I've dreamed it all, though to know you apart from dreams? Now they won't do. All because of me. All because of you. Still, the future is good, as I imagine you know. And in the daylight, I visit your easy smile, that's beautiful without words. Without me.