✰ poetry by p.a. ✰

m y h a p p i n e s s

i often ponder; what does happiness look like? what does it feel like? what does it smell like? what does it sound like?

i never knew.

— not until the day i met you.

happiness is seeing you smile after a long week.

happiness is running into your arms as you pick me up off my feet, leaving them dangling beneath me.

happiness is the scent on your coat.

happiness is hearing your voice, and your laugh.

when people ask, "what is happiness?", my answer is always the same.

i tell them,

— "it's him".

because you will always be my happiness — even if you're gone.