we are never
aware of the
happiest moment
of our lives
until the
inevitable
breaking down
begins and
those rose colored
glasses slip
on to reveal
in hindsight
we threw
it all away

if we were
alerted somehow
the moment
was upon us
we would likely
fuck it all up
leaving another
memory to
dissect alone
in the quiet
nights spent
begging the
ceiling for
a bit of peace