Sunshine

Hey there boy. You smile and then here-comes-the-sun. So smile already.
It's rainy and gray here; and all I want is to put my short shorts on and go flop by a lake. I'm sick of life being shades of gray and so let's run away together and make it technicolor.
You're my "thirty seconds of wonderful in a lifetime of nothing special" that I have been looking for ever since I said those words to a packed house.
Sometimes I think I feel your ghost; someone brushes past me in a packed student union and I smell your jacket and almost spin and grab them by the sleeve. Looking behind me they turn into a solid stranger and I am left with a moment of starry cold memory. Tonight I'll listen to you falling asleep on the phone and I'll grin at the memory of you lying next to me, quietly happy. And then I'll smile, thinking of you.
Smile.
Ok?