The last time I was happy was not the last time I was
hearing your voice on the phone the other day was quite nice,
even the faint snores you were making
as you snoozed on the other line after hours of talking
I dreamed of moments like this,
simple and occasionally boring,
we were only at ease, worrying about nothing
Growing older I thought about the misconception that happiness is vast therefore it is elusive,
but over a bottle of beer I looked at the faces of my friends,
talking and laughing loudly,
they listen to me attentively when I speak
and from that moment I knew it was happiness,
but that was not the last time I was happy
I looked at the color of my nails and smiled,
took home a paper bag of thrifted clothes I bought with donuts and coffee,
but that was not the last time I was happy
The month was May, when you first braided my hair
you said you liked it short but I wanted to keep it long for that very reason,
you braiding my hair with your calloused hands
and maybe because it made me feel my softness and divinity and the thought of it made me happy, but that was not the last time I was
I listened to an old favorite song,
it reminded me that I could always return to the things I'd loved and forgotten all over again
just like how you took me back and there were no more hurricanes,
there is only us in comfortable silence
when we watched a movie we were too sleepy to finish,
Or how are eyes talk when we ran out of things to say
for the first time in a long while I am happy
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC
The last time I was happy was not the last time I was
hearing your voice on the phone the other day was quite nice,
even the faint snores you were making
as you snoozed on the other line after hours of talking
I dreamed of moments like this,
simple and occasionally boring,
we were only at ease, worrying about nothing
Growing older I thought about the misconception that happiness is vast therefore it is elusive,
but over a bottle of beer I looked at the faces of my friends,
talking and laughing loudly,
they listen to me attentively when I speak
and from that moment I knew it was happiness,
but that was not the last time I was happy
I looked at the color of my nails and smiled,
took home a paper bag of thrifted clothes I bought with donuts and coffee,
but that was not the last time I was happy
The month was May, when you first braided my hair
you said you liked it short but I wanted to keep it long for that very reason,
you braiding my hair with your calloused hands
and maybe because it made me feel my softness and divinity and the thought of it made me happy, but that was not the last time I was
I listened to an old favorite song,
it reminded me that I could always return to the things I'd loved and forgotten all over again
just like how you took me back and there were no more hurricanes,
there is only us in comfortable silence
when we watched a movie we were too sleepy to finish,
Or how are eyes talk when we ran out of things to say
for the first time in a long while I am happy
