I delight to observe you excited of things
when the sun beams over your cheeks and
brings out what you weep,
skin velvet coated by beautiful freckles,
a boon of sand on the beach
while you adore the sun setting in hundreds of crimsons
while I adore the muse in front of me.

I see your eyes in every passing person
not because you're there but only because
I wish you were.
Your eyes open the sea when you stare
holding freshly picked berries
and cold glazed tears.

I see you in the clock as old as your heart,
the time slipping past our fingertips
as i failed to hold our memories dear
the clock still ticks
even though you're not here.

You asked me if money buys happiness
                                      and for the first time
                                   I didn't have an answer.

                           On the surface my answer is yes.
                               but the question is ineffable.
                                         money can buy
  what you want
           when you want
                     and where you want.
                                   but money can't buy
                                                                    trust
                                                                           honesty
                                                                                       and love.

                                     Money is nugatory
                          when happiness means everything.

money provides
temporary joy
for a life that's infinite.

                         you asked me if money buys happiness
                                          and i said yes
                   because no amount of money can explain to you
                             that our thoughts are filled by
                                    the suffocating sum
                                  of what money created.

We will forever want
what we can't have
and think the words
we will never get to say.