I laughed.
When I picked up
her favorite book
and smelled the
words on all the
pages,
and tasted every
intention of the
author's pen
I laughed.

I laughed.
When she curled
up next to me
spitting drunken
'I love yous'
she'd later regret,
instead of
saying it back
I laughed.

But
when I realized
that her eyes
could not be
confined
to mere galaxies,
that in reality
they were the
source of life
itself
I only smiled.
I only cried.