What Makes You Happy?

What Makes You Happy?

I am late.

you’ve bought us drinks

they’re already sat there 

and I hug you

it’s brief and it’s nice 

I hook my bag on the chair 

I tell a story 

it’s messy but you’re 

umming - ahhing, I

can’t believe this is

happening

you smile with one

forearm on the table 

lips on the wine glass

and for a moment I’m            

lost 

and you’re pretty 

asking things like 

‘What makes you happy?’

I think well, 

glasses of Malbec

in a pub with a fireplace

or to share a plate of food

with a person just like —

to lose myself entirely 

and fall for — completely 

but I don’t say that

I say something stupid

nothing 

about nothing 

but it’s

never mind     

anyway

what about you?