Ha!
Then my laughter wouldn't ring out - it would unfold.
Like a warm wave creeping onto your skin suddenly.
Like an unexpected childhood memory you don't remember -
But it remembers you.
You would feel it beneath your collarbones -
A ticklish pulse from within,
As if someone had run a feather along your heart.
But with kindness. Not to startle you - but so that you would finally breathe.
Laughter like the falling of a petal onto your wrist -
Not funny, but somehow laughable.
And warm. And a little strange - as if the world had just winked.
It would touch your shoulder blades from within,
As if someone had just wanted to hug you, but changed their mind -
And left behind a tremor slowly dissolving in your spine.
And if you are attentive enough, you will notice:
This laughter doesn't want to disappear at all.
It remains - like an echo in the bones,
Like an answer that doesn't need to be spoken.
Echo of Joy
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