Love

You told me one day 

That, for you, 

Love will never be as important 

As happiness 

And you told me this when I 

Confessed I was 

In love 

With someone who didn’t feel the same 

And I remember telling you 

How deeply sad I was 

About the stubbornness of hearts and

Wickedness of life 

And now I see you 

Or rather 

A shadow of who you used to be 

And this shadow never smiles 

It’s like a ghost 

Emotionless 

And I want to ask you 

If at least 

Love is enough to 

Hide the absence of happiness in your life