Number-one bestselling author
the sparkles under her eyes
catching the light like
little stars that brightened
and faded as the light
shone on them
“When I saw you this summer at the Bjork concert, you were so different than how you used to be. You were soft spoken and mild mannered.”
I remembered.
I took a sip of beer,
it’s darkness in contrast
to the brightness I
held inside of me.
“I was a different person then. I was bogged down with everything, with how to handle it, with what my life had become.”
She looked at me
over the rim of her glass,
“What changed for you? I mean, now you’re who you were, you’re swearing, you have life in you again, you’ve got it going on and you’re back to your fabulous self.”
I thought about it
for a moment,
unsure how to articulate
what I wanted to say.
“I had two choices. I could wallow and give up, or I could live. I chose to live. I’m a different person now, but so much better for it.”
She clinked my glass,
the sound like bells
and I wondered if an angel
would get it’s wings.
“I’ll drink to that. It’s good to have you back.”
I smiled and drank,
the beer cool in my throat.
“It’s good to be back. I’m not going to go away again.”
I took another sip of beer
and thought about how
my life had changed.
I realised then that
the lightness inside of me
had a name. It was
happiness
and I promised myself
that I would always carry
it with me.