Some Days

Some days I think
You don't even notice me
Don't notice the breeze
The leaf blowing across the street.

Some days I think
You don't notice my smile
But how could you
when the last time I saw you has been a while?

Some days you don't see the tears
welling in my eyes
So why would I expect you to know
that I have cried?
And some days it feels like
I am crying underwater,
but whats the use of tears
if they never fall?

Then there are days
when I see the light
you hold me and make sure
everything is alright
and there are days
where you wipe my face
you look in my eyes
and I wonder why
I even cried.