Happiness
Why don't we
give and take?
Open up to people
and let them in?
Why don't we try
to reach,
touch,
and enter?
Why must we
manufacture
our own happiness?
Why have we made it
a rare commodity?
I want mine to come
From the warmth of your smile,
The light in your eyes,
touch of your fingers,
shadow of a kiss
or even
a phone call from you.
But where do I find you
to tell you my secret?
And sometimes,
don't you wish
that your phone too
rang more often?