What of the writings of laughter?

What of the humble ramblings?

The vain attempts to expound something

so small,

so soulful,

they only write what happens after.

 

What of the thought of laughter?

Of remembering the soul shaking,

of heartwarming,

stomach aching.

Of teary eyes and the best way to lose the quiet game.

They skipped to the next chapter.

 

What of the love of laughter?

Of the only form of rapture.

Still expressed in sound,

but not expressed in words.

 

Perhaps each other’s happy,

is something we look after.

 

Of this universal language,

the writers have forgotten.

What of laughter.