Happiness (n.)

I know I looked at him with so much
awe and wonder,
I might as well have been looking at the stars,
and all he ever saw was the slightest of smiles,
If even that much sometimes.
He was happiness,
Wrapped in human form,
His soul shown so brightly
that every time he smiled
you could see it coming from his eyes,
The funny thing being
that I don’t know if he ever really saw it,
Because he was always so busy
looking for the constellations in everyone else
that he never had time to find them in himself.


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