Remnants of Happy


They are everywhere,
Shattered fragments,
broken pieces,
jeweled splinters.
The remnants of Happy
littering the sidewalks,
clogging the sewers.

They dart from our grasp;
silverfish on speed,
reflecting back at us
what we thought,
how we felt,
the way we kissed.

With the strength of our hearts
we pick at them,
clutch them in bloodied fingers
and lose them again,
only to catch another
in the sparkle of our eye.

Precious few we save,
making for ourselves
a mosaic.
A good time here,
joyous moment there,
held together with
the glue of our Hope.

©2010 Christopher Reilley

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