It could be like this,
she says, disguising her pride by
raising one thin eyebrow
in what she hopes
is an eloquent manner
giving him the pains of
hiding
best as he can
the loving smile that wanted to pop onto his face
and beam, fully, at her;
It could be
just like this:
and he reads it

Already somewhere
in yet darker corners and still
slightly hidden
sights
some are mumbling
about love returning
about something
utterly
rejuvenating yet
slightly painful
returning
into
a stream of life blood
a stream
making it
for the first time
as it should be

A thunder growling in the distance
but it is not threatening

A beaming smile
now coming through
against all odds
inevitably

A dashed blasted, beaming
most beautiful
smile