Laughter, giggling muffled by walls.
I hear the faint love.
It's okay. I understand, but it still drives me mad.
To be down the hall from something,
and yet, to be closer to the moon.
When the laughter stops is when I truly wonder.
What is it like? Are you two true?
Physical or spiritual?
Both?
Guess I wouldn't know, and I'm afraid to ask.
Afraid to disturb the giggles
or the silence.
So, I'll sit here alone in my room
and hold the moon.
A contest entry
- a lack of words by freestallion.
600 points, ended January 29, 18 entries
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