What is happiness?

Is it a person?

Is it a place? 

Is it nostalgia?

Or is it a thing?

Do you put your joy in an object, 

so that it can never leave?

Or in a person, 

so it can breathe?

Maybe you put it in a place,

so that you can revisit its grace?

Or could it be something you dwell on, 

something that you think of on a daily base?

Like that summer night,

when you were free?

Where happiness could just be.