Find me

The smile.

The joy.

The claire.

Hides in the shadow.

Hoping for the bright.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

For a single ping.

How irony.

You have found me.

As haven't found myself, really.

On the same boat, not the same wind.

Hoping it blows to a point.

Where are we going?

Are you sure?

What is it?

You want? I want?

Is it still there?

3 dozens of moons.

Maybe for the fourth.

Sounds like the eggs.

For a loaf of bread, or a square of paper?

It all starts with,

I will always remember you.