the happiness thief

he has come again,
the happiness thief.
he sneaks around
the smile that plays
about your lips
waiting for the moment
to bring tears to your eyes.
yeah,
the happiness thief
is a repeat offender.
the sadness
doesn't have to be something tangible
touchable
quantifiable
qualitative
seeable.
no,
the sadness
can be like mist
that burns away in the heat of
the rising sun
only to return with the chill of night
while you are sleeping,
trying to sleep.
the happiness thief
has come again.

vanishing man

i am forgetting you
with everyday that passes
i am beginning to regret
sharing anything of myself
the dream
my dreams
that i even let myself
believe that it was possible
to meet a genuinely good man
even with age
after heartaches
i am still naive enough
to think a man exists
worthy of sharing my life
you are vanishing quietly
soon your face will
only be a fuzzy memory
another vanishing man