You resented their joy—
why were they happy-go-lucky
in the damn office?
In the workplace of missing dreams,
diets and cheap perfumes?
They had no reason to be happy
in those sterile rooms,
and following the long commute
and passwords failing, you certainly were not glad.
They say that love is mad,
but what of happiness where there should
be none? Isn’t that lunacy?
You stare at your computer handsomely
and think of what to do.
You darkly ponder their laughter.
You never realized
their joy was just for you.