She laughs over the phone
I used to live to make her laugh
Maybe that was the only thing
I was ever good at
Except for making her cry
But now she’s laughing
over the phone at something I said
Something that jumped into my head
and out of my mouth and across the distance
to her Bluetooth as she navigates the 5
And I think of all the times I made her laugh
It was when things were best
And I ask myself
Is this love
This thing we share
Or is it what is left
after love
Is it a monument
to foolish endeavors
or just a mediocre tribute band
to something great
But I can still make her laugh
I used to live to make her laugh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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