Happiness

Photo by Alvin Mahmudov on Unsplash

One might want to read
Happy words;
That’s not what
You’ll find here.
Here is where I bleed,
Where I stitch myself
Back together,
Piece by piece.
You want an outpouring
Of something joyous,
But all the laughter
Has been compressed out of me
After a year this heavy.
I do not have
Rivers of rhyme
Or oceans of odes;
I only have tears.
We can sit
On wooden floorboards
And share them
If you’d like.