Joy and Sorrow sip coffee

as next door neighbors -

the light and shadows of life,

stitched together

like hand-made quilts. 

That which gives you Sorrow,

also tenders blossoming Joy

as scales harboring Sorrow shift

from one side to the other.

The fire of Joy leaves drippings

of Sorrow in wisps of smoke.

If Joy is shared, it doubles bulk

and fills wide open spaces

but shared Sorrow is halved

and becomes less of a burden.

Sorrow chisels into soul

leaving a welcoming expanse

for Joy to bloom and thrive.

Symbiotic relationship

where each has its place.

Tired Sorrow lowers her head;

quietly bits of her heart are shed.

Joy lifts her heart in flight,

awash in the dew of rare delight.

Slender is the thread betwixt them.

My gaze has fallen upon you,

Laying sheepishly beneath me.

A laugh escapes my lips,

You thought you had me,

As my finger pulls back the

Trigger.

My dark hair flies around my

Almond shaped, brown eyes.

I drop my weapon

And walk away.

This is my revenge

For the sorrow you gave me.

Joy fills me head to toe

As I feel the freeness of

My self worth expand

In the atoms around me.

No, it's not for your return...

But for my final good bye.