And thus I allowed it’s stay to be conditional,

By letting it reside with others.

For in them I tried to seek,

It, Happiness, whom we smother.

Aware but indolent and in denial,

I reassured myself of my choice.

After many reminders and no response,

It decided to silence its voice.

And then one day, they all left.

Life, said the note behind.

Along with them it also walked out,

Inviting Sadness to my mind.

By the time I realised, I was late,

It had made those “others” great.

So now I no longer search for it,

“Happiness, I know you are waiting outside my gate.”