a kind of kindness that is real

A happiness that crashes to the ground and breaks.

That hits cement and breaks.

That cracks open and leaks out.

That spills out and is lost.

And in its stead it leaves a sadness.

It leaves you tired

It drains you,

Reminds you that you are alone

And especially if it’s the middle of the day, you want to go and huddle in your duvet, and sleep it off.

Was ever such happiness real? Or is there more than one kind?

Is there a kind that will last and a kind that will not?

And do I need to go to different shops,

And wear different clothes

To get it?

I want the lasting sort.