Drops of Happiness

Few and further apart are the illusive drops of happiness,

They form, they dance and they fade away eventually

Yet something remains, sticky and not entirely unpleasant,

The gravitas of unspoken words, the weight of limbs that couldn't physically entwine,

The rustle of anxious eyelashes and mixed breaths captured on smoky glass screens

Are they the little oasis of relief we seek to shade our tired souls?

Are they the escape we seek?

Perhaps they give us temporary light wings that allow us to soar above our petty mundaneness

There at that height where there is no waiting no spirit just a calm nothing ness,

You come a few steps, I will come the rest and we will snatch those drops of happiness