He laughs in pairs
And appeared without cares
Surrounded by mares
And the emptiness wears

She laughed in three's
Long gone before she leaves
In a pattern she weaves
Consistently, not to displease

Together, their laughs came in fours
Deriving somewhere deep within their cores
And slipping their hands inside doors
To leave when they wanted more

Alone she filled her universe with patterns
To clear through all the dark matter
Climbing to the highest rung of this latter
She learned to separate all the clatter