again.

Crude laughter.  Why would I judge laughter?  Because, I am me: not us, not we, and still not free.  Please laugh your laugh.  Let me hear your joy.  Let me feel your abandon.  It will be brief.  It will be easy to miss.  It may someday be my tears.  If I get another chance, to hear your laughter, I will listen, I will allow a smile of release, a smile of love. My smile. Our smile. I pray.