After Hearing the 37th Time in Row, “I Don’t Think We’re Compatible”

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The world is awash in joy unnoticed,
Unremarked upon, it nudges a heart
Daring to find its way back to its happiness
After another declined, skeptical of romance.
A heart can break as easily from a bed
Unexpectedly empty as from a burden
Too heavy with joy, too full of happiness.
Nothing’s forbidden today, save Happiness.
Maybe Melete’s the only one to listen.
Last night I fell asleep to flamenco.