a dark room
a cool breeze
a cricket’s chirp
warm, salty tears
stream down my face
gosh,
i hate this misery
and in the mirror
a figure
who looks so familiar
and yet nothing
like i’ve ever seen before
is that me?
could that be me?
it couldn’t be me
and yet
it is me
but something’s different
yes, what i see
is me
but not a perfect reflection
not what i am today
this is me
but happy...
happy?
i’m happy?
all signs point to this
a wide smile
a twinkling eye
a slightly flushed cheek
and i smile back
small, barely noticeable
but a smile nonetheless
gosh,
i like being happy
