Last night
Happy met me
In the kitchen
And spun me around
I told her I almost forgot what
she looked like
She said she forgot too--
Asked me if I understood,
I said that I did,
She told me she'd stay around
For awhile
And I feverishly
Hope happiness is loyal.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
