have often tried to rub the sadness away.
a smudge remains.
it stays within, never lets go.
through the laughs, the conversations,
the good cheer, the shopping trips.
a moment alone, and I have company again.
happiness, jealous, tries to win the round.
succeeds, and slips.
it needs a new name, naah, not sadness. oh so ordinary.
a richness, deep and auburn.
like raindrops on the dusty earth. like a shadow on a wall.
the Self exults at this knowledge. till death do us part.
leagues below, at the core.