What better joy is there

What better joy is there
Than the one I see
In your eyes
And your smile.

What better joy is there
Than seeing you stride so carefree
Under a slow sunrise
With the light breeze propping your hair up.

What better joy is there
Than seeing you get smaller and smaller
In the rearview mirror
And in my thoughts.

I quietly chuckle to myself
See the tears rolling down
Not mine
Yours.

What better joy is there
Than seeing you standing but crumbling
Seeing you tormented
Slowly picking yourself apart.