The Key to Happiness

Six in the morning;
sunlight trying to 
pierce
through the sloth
of the mist.


I see the
unposted letters;
a spider's web
hidden
by the shadow
of a picture
on the wall.


I wonder if
your thoughts
woke me up.
The chirping birds
remind me
I never slept
in the first place. 


Sitting with the 
morning tea
I look for
the key
to happiness.