All I want is for you to be happy

He took my hand and told me so

And even though I love that song

I don’t believe him.

I wish I could –

I wish this was what we mean it to be;

But a touch, the way of his eyes,

I’m worried.

Is it every time we put ourselves on the line,

We get hurt?

Have I become t hat cynic, that cynical?

But back to the moment we were within.

How sweetly were we encircled

In the kiss.

How much more his eyes said

Than his words.

How warm was I, but just the right amount.

In the instant, the moment,

We both felt that sneaky, that subtle,

That overwhelming feeling:

Satisfaction.

Too many times I’ve been wrapped up in the bliss

Of his arms, of his arms

And I know what happens in another instant.

The satisfaction is swept away

And the two must face it,

Must take it,

Alone.

We just keep trying to break the pattern of the inevitable.

I’m sorry, you.

All I want is for you to be happy, too.