Just inside your chest, it rests.

A bright light that can make you glow.

It can dim and brighten, but it will always remain inside you.

That’s what they said, but why is mine all the way over there?

I run and run and run.

But it’s so close and far away.

I chase it, I have to catch it.

There’s a moment, a lull in the movement of the light.

I grasp it and I fall to my knees.

I try to force it inside my chest, I try to.

But it remains in my hands.

But I don’t care, it’s here now

I clutch it close to my chest, knowing it’ll be gone in the morning.

The light glows bright, it’s sorry.

Because my chest is full of a dark light.

There isn’t any room for the light.

So I guess I’ll just have to hold my happiness.