I didn’t know happiness lies under creaky old fans
in lazing weekends, simply basking in mediocre existence.
In left up smoke still lingering the air
in dingy rooms that slowed down time.
Under the smell of your hair
and the softness of your touch.
Under stories of your exciting life
and the sound of your laughter.
In an endless ocean and an endless you
under never ending conversations.
Our theories and concoctions
under your tears and weakness.
Happiness existed for me and you
in the dreary parts of our heart.
Such a futile place for love to find us.