Happiness

I'm sitting in my room,
all alone with my memories.
I'm surrounded by boxes
filled with fragile papers
and shattered dreams.
I glance out the window
and wonder where you're at.
I look at the calendar
and count the days until your return.
Then comes the familiar moisture on my cheeks.
The house is quiet,
so I curl up on the floor and cry.
The pain becomes less emotional
and more physical
as it starts in my stomach
and slowly spreads out.
The sounds of the phone startles me.
I pick it up and hear your warm, loving voice.
And I begin to put the lids back on my boxes.
Because even if it is only for tonight,
happiness has found my heart.