My story of happiness

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My happiness is busy making others happy.
— Charles Simic

Happiness, you are a traitor,
our forbidden love you ignore
and our childhood picture
you torn down into pieces
after you elope with other happiness.

I tried to glue down the pieces
especially when you blindfold 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 replaced 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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