It’s fleeting;
The way we smile.
The flickers of colours
And our ears filled
With our own laughs.

It is easy. It is simple.

I’m sorry
For many times my mouth is usually filled with cotton
And when my back stiffens when you embrace me
Gracefully with your care.

I hope you know my love
Is expressed in different ways.
Perhaps poorly,
But still in the way I can only do,
Still there, in attempt to ease you.

But here we are, our laughs loud.
The splatter of colours
On our skin as we grin.
I hope you hold on to it
Even after it fleets away.