Its Her Laugh
It’s her laugh…
Deep in conversation I share my comedic roots
Intrigued by my sense of humor she begins to laugh
At first just a gentle laugh that we shared.
Then her voice cracks, and breaks into an amusing snicker.
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild.
I cant help but laugh
But not the type of laugh I anticipated on giving her.
I wasn’t laughing at her.
It was of higher caliber.
The sound.
Even though the laugh ended it still seemed to titillate my senses.
It was as if her laughter echoed through my eardrum on past my mind and deep into an abyss.
The Abyss I hid my heart in a long time ago.
like the tight gate around my heart splintered open, just enough to see a sliver of whats left of the fragmented boundless beating confused Monster.
Just enough laughter made it through the abyss to reach into the cracked gate
Just enough to touch the monstrosity locked away.
Just enough to make it laugh… Something it hasn’t done it a long time.
They say laughter is the best Medicine and that perplexed me.
Laughter cant cure cancer. It cant prevent aids.
But It can suffice as a bandage to wrap around where it really hurts.
It wasn’t my laughter that did this.
It was hers.
I don’t yet understand why god gave her the ablilty to heal my wounds.
Maybe im not the only person she has this effect on.
Maybe god wanted her to save the world with her
Loud, Flamboyant, High Pitched , and Wild laugh.
Its sound good don’t it?
But as sad as it sound I don’t want her to be the one to save the world with laughter. . .No.
I want that laughter all to myself…Just for me
I can still hear her laughing.
Copyright © William Mosby | Year Posted 2011
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