At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
crawling back into bed
where the warmth you left behind
still remains and cradles you.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
stepping into the room
where the light the sun filled the place
still lingers its smell in the air.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
hearing the kettle start to whistle
and weighing the hot water to know
there's enough for another cup later.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
hearing your thoughts in silence
and finding your voice yet again.
The world was harsh out there today.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
knowing what you feel.
And there is happiness in
being alone, away from the rest.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness at
the thought of going out to the world,
mingling in the crowd of people,
walking past strangers on a street.
At an apartment for one,
there is happiness in
turning the light on in the dark.
There is happiness in
the loneliness that your heart bears.
There is loneliness when there is happiness,
the happiness in the room of your heart.
At an apartment for one,
there always is a room for more.
There always is happiness.
