Some days you want to dance

To the music on the radio,

(Well not quite, isn’t it the phone now?)

You find yourself humming along

And then you realize,

That something’s different –

You think,

“This must be

What happy

Feels like”.

You are pleasantly surprised,

You turn it around slowly

In your heart,

Gently,

As if it were

An ephemeral

Soap bubble –

This joyous moment.

And sure enough,

It bursts,

Taking with it

The music,

And the beat;

You are left instead

With the dry harshness

Of the words that killed it.

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