My story of happiness

My happiness is busy making others happy.

-Charles Simic


Happiness, you are a traitor,

our forbidden love you ignore

and our childhood picture

you have torn down into pieces

after you elope with other happiness.


I tried to glue down the pieces

especially when you blindfolded me.

I was surprised that your arms

were not embracing at all.

Hopeless am I for your return

for that sweet blindness sweeping

me off.


I stopped disturbing the bar

for my future happiness returning

back. The bartender is dubious.

My beer glass replaces happiness.

Only this moment, this moment.


When I closed the door,

shut my languid eyes in despair

only to invite your presence,

pressing your gentle hands once

more against my eyes, I surprised

myself to see happiness.

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