Smiley, where’d you go?

They called you Smiley, Shawn,

a man with a grin that could carry a dawn,

eyes that once lit like sparks in the rain,

now stare through me cold, sharp, and plain.

I knew the fire that burned in your chest,

a wild love, fierce, untamed, obsessed.

You held me close, swore never to part,

now you bury the warmth that once filled your heart.

We used to whisper of marriage at night,

two souls bound in forever’s light.

But those vows have turned into storms and debate,

as if “forever” was something you learned to hate.

Your laugh was a melody, reckless and true,

now silence cuts deeper than words ever do.

The man who kissed me with passion, with grace,

has left me staring at a stranger’s face.

Smiley, where did you go?

You once overflowed, now you run cold.

Your touch was a fire, your voice was a song,

but this new Shawn feels bitter, feels wrong.

Your eyes used to chase me like stars in the sky,

now they pierce through with a venomous cry.

The love you showed me has vanished, erased,

hatred now lingers where joy once was placed.

I remember the man who lifted my soul,

who made the broken inside me feel whole.

But today, you’re a ghost with a hardened stare,

and the Smiley I loved just isn’t there.

I’d trade the world for your warmth again,

to feel your heartbeat, not this frozen disdain.

But the smile they named you for—buried in frost,

the Shawn I once cherished is gone, he is lost.

Still, I carry the memory, carved in my chest,

of the man who swore I was more than the rest.

And though now your heart is as cold as ice,

I’ll never forget that once

you loved me with fire, you loved me with life.

Yet somewhere beneath all the anger you wear,

I swear there’s a flicker still breathing in there.

A spark in the ashes, a heat in the stone,

a man I once knew who still calls me his own.

Because love like ours wasn’t gentle or small,

it crashed like a riot, it shattered the wall.

Two stubborn hearts with thunder to spare,

too wild for silence, too fierce for repair.

Maybe the bars and the battles we’ve faced

have twisted the softness time can’t replace.

Pain has a language that hardens a man,

turns roses to thorns in the palm of his hand.

But I remember your smile like the rise of the sun,

the reckless way you’d say, “Baby, you’re the one.”

That grin that could light every room you walked in,

that crooked-sweet charm wrapped in trouble and sin.

And I know you’re still there beneath all this ice,beneath all the words that cut like a knife.

The Smiley they named you didn’t just die,

he’s buried in storms you’re too proud to cry.

So I’ll stand in the rain of the war that we made,

through shadows and silence and love turned to shade Because the man that I loved, fierce and free, is still somewhere fighting his way back to me.

And if one day that smile breaks through the night,

burning again with that old reckless light,

you’ll find me still here where your heart used to be the woman who loved you

through who you were and who you might still be!