Happiness is like

The words to a song I used to know
but can’t quite seem to remember

My lips closing around an empty fork
when I expected a bite of spaghetti

The fleeting relief of a summer breeze
that stops before it starts

Knowing exactly what paragraph I should have read
while staring blankly at a test question

Being sure I recognize a person I see
but not remembering how I know them

The feeling of knowing right where I am
but being lost all the same

Losing an argument
and not admitting it to myself

Happiness is like all these things
but it’s hard to say what it really is
for sure

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This is just a little ditty that came to me as I was driving home tonight.

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