Your Laughter Poem by Holly Heron

Sitting in a crowd I miss you,
Sitting in a crowd I mourn,
Tears come to my eyes,
Then your laughter calls them out,
I remember your smile,
Your eyes,
Your voice in my ear,
Remember our youth,
Remember your laughter.

My friend I'll miss you,
But you're still here,
The laughter in the crowd,
That brings a smile to my lips,
I remember our girlhood,
Watching your flower,
Remember our secrets,
In each others care,
I remember you growing,
And living,
And being.

You were always there,
Always a shoulder to lean on,
A rock in a changing sea,
And though your shoulder isn't there,
And you've flown into the sun,
You're still here,
The laughter in the dark.