For Laila.

      When there is Weeks like this

and 
Nights like this

and
Smiles like this

and
Eyes like this


Why not



 

When there is


Songs like this

and
Thoughts like this

and
Moves like this

and
Words like this


Why not



 

When there is a feeling


A touch


A truth


Even in the unspoken,


Why not optimism?