on a night like this

i'm starting to think that there's no way life could end up happy:
at the rate things are going,
it wouldn't matter what results
because the end doesn't justify the means

joy eluded me when "memoirs of the geisha" played it's ending tune
i don't see how the final reunion and eventual understanding
could have lessen and made the previous sufferings more bearable

we would be lying
in a large four-poster bed with many pillows
comforters, covered in satin sheets,
and the countless scars and tear stains would
still be there

if only we could smile and be happy all the time