Smiling to Myself Again

I have no words to say.
How you do this to me, I don't know
and I am not intent on finding out.

I can be happy just feeling
imagined bursts of sunlight
in these grey spaces,
where the fingers of the clouds
glide on keyboards and tablets
unmindful of the wrinkles in my face
as I smile to myself
as my own fingers glide
on my own keyboard and tablet.

But it seems that
I do have words to say.
If only they will meet your eyes
this time or another—
I need to fight with this code
but I can't because I am too happy.
I wish you are, too.

Have a good day!