Darkoshi

errant thoughts from work

I didn't lose happiness.
If I were happy, I wouldn't have broken up with him.
Or is happiness something you only recognize,
when you lose it?

.

Maybe this sadness
isn't so much a mourning for losing what was,
as a mourning for losing what might have been...
for what was close enough to being, to imagine,
even though in reality, it could not be.

I was losing it, even before.
What might have been was turning into
what wasn't.