in regards to your question -
i'm not sure...
i am sure, though,
that i have been both
happily...
once,
when i was idealistic and loved
pretty boys
with guitars,
i saw life in breezes and sun rays...
i saw hope in creek currents
and had pieces of joy
caught in my hair with the dandelion seeds...
i was moved
constantly
stirred by the slightest smile.
now,
i stumble over concrete curbs
and watch my reflection
waver in puddles.
a part of me
was stolen
by those warm, fragrant breezes...
sometimes, though,
i can still see her
when i look at the sun
through my eyelashes...