Happiness,
Happiness,
having come
to us once,
need not necessarily
come again.
It is not like the sun.
We do not orbit it.
It is something one
sees, say, from a train,
sitting in such a way
that we look backward
at that which
we've already passed.
Afterwards, our only solace
will be in remembering
that time we stared
harder the harder
it was to see before
it disappeared.