I walked into town
looking
for happiness
but happiness I did not meet,
instead the old lady
who lamented the death
of a husband she'd stopped loving
years ago.

Her eyes teared when she
spoke his name
but his name had not been
spoken in ages
"the old man died
not knowing his name"

and though she bathed in
agony
her marble eyes glowed
despair for death
and that old man.

I heard rancor in her
voice where happiness
should reside
but happiness, they say,
does not have a taste
or a look or a sound
not even a home

and the old lady said
it could not be found
in this town

then I said good-bye
walked away from this place
and continued looking anyway

so
h
e
r
e
 i
  a
  m

looking still

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