Happiness Is Only Real When Shared

Thinking of the past hurts like a death

It may as well be gone, but never in sentiment

Every time I think of it; every breath

Every moment and event, make my temperament

Future longs and future quickens

Present becomes the past

And as quick and the future comes

The past has come to pass

Soon there is no more future, but

I can know no regrets

My past is my hold to life

For when I die, I’ll know I’ve made life my best

To end: as long as my future remains

And I know the past will come again

My memories remind me of true happiness—

The true happiness only real when shared