M is for Melancholy

I have lost my happiness
And I do not care to go searching
Though I remember how good it was to have
I would rather sit here and sulk

Even if I wanted to go looking
Where would I begin
It is best to retrace my steps
But I doubt that would be effective

Did I lose it when I wasn’t feeling well
Or when you were mad at me
Maybe while visiting a stressed family
Or when my dreams felt crushed

I know it was dropped somewhere in there
But there’s just too many places it could be
For now I’ll ignore it and sit here forlorn
I’m certain it will turn up again someday