I forget

I forget, it seams, in the inbetweens

The full power of your joy.

Perhaps it's doubt or disbelief

Or memory playing coy.

But then on whim, or missing you,

I go looking for your face,

Every single time I see

What no one could displace.

For there's your smile, your grinning eyes,

The easy part of lips,

Reminding of the heady rush

When I've been cause of this.

I've felt the rush of daring death

In free-fall and in fire,

Yet find no thing I can compare

To falling for your smile.