Laughing
I didn't really laugh
I could have, though.
At who?
At myself?
At her?
At the irony of it all?
She always left an imprint on me.
Always gave me a new way of thinking
And left afterward.
I didn't even think about it
Until I looked for a song
I saw her play
On a game
Ironic, I guess
She gave me this good song, not even on purpose
Then told me I was a terrible person in the meanest way
She didn't realize the gift she'd given me
Was it much of a gift anyway?
Maybe not
I do appreciate it
It isn't even really all that funny.
But I laugh at unhumorous things often
So it's okay
I'll be okay
Don't worry
(Am I telling you that or myself?)
I don't need to bother with her anymore
But I'll keep the song.
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