Ever so slight

Happiness, 

I've felt you

with my fingertips 

Just a brush,

ever so slight,

and never held

I've watched you

from afar, and

yes, I've felt 

jealousy

and wished that

you were mine

Happiness, 

you fickle thing,

the devil's in

your smile

You pull at me

from the corners

of my vision;

so sure to make

your absence felt

Ever so far

and yet so clear,

always on the horizon

but never my own