PURSUIT OF HAPPINESS

Happiness --
You herald your arrival.

I warm the oven,
load the CD, sing along.
Nose dusted with flour,
fingers slicing the happy dough.

And then you leave
for a breath of ...
...

I try
to understand.
In parts I do.
But I cannot fill the jigsaw.
The gaping holes suck me in.

Back again.
You slip in
as I sip my morning tea
dreading the day -- once mine -- that lays in store.
You come, You go.

One strand of grey
in a shock of black.
Was.
Grey spreads.

Years lived in a splash of colours
but defined by monochrome.
Spent in search of you.
Grey says grow up.
You are not mine to seek.

But.
In you I trust.
Stay ...
someday.