Running Away with Happiness

Giving the rain a holiday,
keeping sorrow as companion,
sitting beside the sun,
with a heart full of love to watch the sky—
today I have sent happiness on leave.

My beloved says he's so very busy!
So, without my dear one, in
the city of my mind's imagined realm,
keeping all unspoken feelings
unnecessary...
to abandon them in some unknown cottage—
today I have made my beloved's busyness my own.

All my unsaid words
I have forgotten, alone and solitary,
and strung them into garlands
of unfamiliar words,
leaving them behind.

Thinking I'll never again
search for love after losing it,
I have thrown away without hesitation
a whimsical letter called emotion
into a distant, abandoned mailbox.

Today, to move forward
on the remaining path with myself alone,
I have sent my busy beloved
on holiday with happiness.