the saddest thing about joy

is of course how it doesn’t last
it’s a “zing!” like champagne fizz
like froth on the beach
or bubbles at a party
a reminder of an eternity
we’ll never know
of ceaseless change
eroding the bulwarks of our lives

some flee from joy into the sadness
where they drown
some cling to joy in gleeful desperation
terrified of tears

denizens understand
joy is sadness and sadness joy
but in this world, in this mind
in this mirror
it’s a timeshare thing, like condos



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