How I know I’m happy

Sometimes, during lonely nights
I just stare at the ceiling
I ask myself if I’m happy
But then if I really was
Then I wouldn’t be asking myself that, now would I?

Sometimes, during bad days
I catch myself wondering
if I really love you
but this must be a trick question because memories come like flashes to me
and smile like I’m being photographed
Then I know that I really do love you.

Sometimes, some nights
when I find myself asking
If I’m happy
I just think
of you
and that’s how
I know I am.

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