The Blood & The Bones

happiness was overlooking the mountains

it was plans made with thoughts of quiet mornings and waking the children for breakfast

happiness was seeing your name and the words I love you.. I can’t say that enough

it was replayed messages and waiting for our time

and now…

happiness is distraction

ridding myself of reminders as they hit my gut like sucker punches

happiness is a sharp blade dressed in dried blood

empty wine glasses forgotten on countertops and carefully hidden wounds intended to release the pain

failing, still, to make it go away

happiness is a hollow, a hole, a hidden haunted memory, a ruse

happiness was you

LL~

the blood & the bones