I like how happy you have been,
I like how it isn't with me and that you
weren't as blue as the sky anymore.
I like the four by four prism you drew
in the morning dew that sits on the car.
I like that about you, the fact that you smile,
and each agile part of your lips only made you more,
and with less time passes the more you become,
so if I could sum you up; you are more than you
have ever been.

And that's a good thing,
because you have more life in your feet now
than you ever did in your own house.

I like how happy you have been
and I know how it had nothing to do with me,
but I'm happy for you regardless.

I like how happy you have been
and scene after scene, I wish I could watch a movie
of you smiling. Panoramic angles of nothing...
but you.