Oh his laugh.
Laugh isn’t even the right world.
It resinates through my body.
Like the angels trying to tell me something.
The smile he gets when he does it.
And the little shakes.
It looked light he was emitting happiness the world.
But you’ve gone home now,
and I’m sitting in the darkness.
Waiting for your light to fill me up again.
Now we sit here,
And you don’t seem to giggle like you used to.
Or even smile.
What did they do to you?
That you sit in silence inhaling multiple types of smoke,
Instead of gasping for air…
Like you used to.