that's good enough for me

years in the making,

it's a simple

truth.

one that needs no polish,

no varnish.

it stands firm in the cold

light of morning.

there is no

happiness.

there is before and after.

there is the now,

of course.

but happiness is a word

best left

unsaid,

unimagined.

it's like hope, but more

vague,

more ephemeral.

give up on such childhood

thoughts.

agree with

no pain, no conflict.

no hunger.

love when it appears

in your doorway,

that's good enough for me.