Happy

I don’t think I know what happy truly looks like anymore.
Would I let her in, and embrace him if he showed up at my door?
Would I recognize her scent, the distinctive way she talks?
Recollect the times we shared , the meals we ate, our nighttime walks,
If I let him hold my hand, would I remember his distinct touch?
Could it trigger the same response, would it cause my cheeks to blush?
Will her laughter still reduce me to a giggling, silly mess?
Will his words of reassurance, calm my heart and kill distress?
Always bad with names, I can usually recognize a face.
But lately, in her absence, happy seems so out of place.
I miss the time we spent together, dear friend and confidante.
The comfort of having you nearby, like a warm blanket or favorite aunt,
Yet contentment changes color, and joy takes a new hue,
In this new season , oh dear happy
I’ll once again remember you.