I have always been a genuinely happy person
If I have the room.
Do you know what I mean?
My room to be happy has no walls
except when I need them on bad days
quixotic and fleeting, to fence me in.
The span of my room is just enough
to breathe for myself yet think of you,
brilliant and whole.
It’s the place where I set my keys, rest my head
in that room, it’s all there
I need little else.
Everything else is just things
just somethings and nothings
these things no one needs to be whole.
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