Happiness Is Fleeting

I always view happiness with a raised eyebrow. I don’t trust how it gets in. “Who do you know here?” It’s here for unsavory reasons. It snuck in somehow.

And it’s not here to stay. I try to get it to stay or at least find out what would easily bring it back but I wind up waiting for it to leave me like it always does. I don’t get goodbyes anymore.

I wait for spring.

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