The Two of Us

My happiness is not in a bottle
to be poured down my throat.

My happiness is not edible
and meant for consumption.

My happiness is a creature
I discover anew each day.

My happiness does not like it
when I speak of it in these terms,

it prefers to be in my company
as often as it can afford to do so.

My happiness and I get along
but we do fight from time to time.

My happiness grows and changes
with me, shows me the constant

shift in light, tells me how
my shadow walks with me at night

when I believe it to be gone.
My happiness is learning

and it teaches me as it goes.
My happiness is.