pots of gold

A Poem by Matthew

shuffling from the light
of that night drenched
in after glow
you pushed open the window
that next morning
while I snapped a hidden
photo from bed
I captured that moment
forever
now lost
vanished back into the
nothingness from which
it was born
even when we're together
do we still feel completely
alone
nothing can help us recall
happiness that never
existed at all
yet we continually search
for that pot of gold
at the end of
the rainbow
never stopping to think
that we may have already
found it