It’s just a tiny shred of happiness.
not the joy of life. far from it.
and i can’t call that sliver of happiness my own.
in a way it doesn’t even exist.
the existence of one chunk of ecstasy
in the middle of a dull life
is worth grasping don’t you think?
and now why should i have a hard time
letting go of that thing
that doesn’t even belong to me