I have cried over many muted memories;
agonized over my failings,
watching time pass through a foggy lens.

I thought the wisdom was worth the wait,
the view must be most beautiful at the end.

But when I look at your face,
filled with bright laughter,
your eyes speckled with joy,
I think, Why not laugh this time?
Just once more?

I'll let myself laugh,
carefully at first,
then to you, my voice lets go.

This must be what I was waiting for;
your face filling with a smile,
this ease, this noise.