I hope you find happiness
In the smallest of places –
Like the bottom of a teacup
Brewing with omens.

I want nothing more
Than your good health
And good fortune,
And that you go to sleep
Every night
Feeling as if the sun is setting
In your chest.

I pray you find the solace
You deserve.

But, one day,
I hope she will leave you,
Without explanation
Or warning,
Taking all her happiness back with her,
Like the hurricane she turned out to be.