"Keep smiling and dreaming" you wrote,
The ink on the page glistening like a
star in the sky as you slowly became
my universe.

That was so long ago,
back when you were the
cause of my sweetest smiles,
and yet,
I find my lips curving upwards still
when I trace your words with my fingertip,
The warmth between us rushing back with the
high of nostalgia, but the
low of longing slyly creeps in slowly after.

"Keep smiling and dreaming" you whispered,
But my smiles become a sigh
And my dreams seem like a lie.