Now it feels like a dream
I wasn't supposed to have.
The storm passed and the sun
is out this morning.

I'm sitting in the exact same spot,
just this time with a cup of coffee,
getting ready for work;
instead of a stomach full of butterflies
and cigarettes.
I feel selfish for being happy.
It was a kind of happiness
I wasn't supposed to feel.
Oh but don't worry,
it's passed.
And I'm left finding some
kind of good in today.