Happiness does not simply fade away,
It doesn’t slip slowly through your fingers
Or disappear over the horizon like a sunset.
Happiness is snatched from unsuspecting hands,
Kidnapped in the dark of night so you’ll never see it leave.
In time you won’t remember its shape in your bed:
The feel of it in your head or its warmth on your skin.
You won’t recall the strain on your mouth that laughter once smiled
And only the idea of happiness will be missed.