i do not wish him happiness
happiness is a misnomer, a
lapse of time remembered
in odors, tastes, in sensations
long lost - i do not wish him this
enjoyment of life is what he needs
transcendence past the moment into
the present, the evolution of the smile
the wisp of the hair from her cheek,
the kiss on the cheek, the very awkward hug
the walk, and retelling of youth, happiness
falls short, one is only happy remembering
i refuse such closure, i will enjoy the lateness
the anger, the porosity of the lost, this i enjoy
each step as my legs hurt and my arms grow
weary from carrying a too large little boy
his crying from the haircut: as his arms
embrace me and the lemonade spills and i
spot myself in the reflection of the window
how did i get to be so tired and self aware
