Laughter
The kind that's not ghastly or cruel
The kind that doesn't make you feel like a fool
The kind that doesn't come from demons or ghouls
The kind that travels from your gut to your heart
The kind that unites people two worlds apart
The kind that makes your smile hurt, belly ache- the kind that leaves a mark

I don't remember this kind of laughter
But I would give anything to feel its echo
Cause this kind of laughter isn't amusing
Unless it's a non-stop marathon where beer spills out your nose

And laughter of this purity leaves a ripple in time
Beyond memory, break-ups, make-ups, wrinkles, and clock-chimes
Even if you forget it, it remains in your soul
You'll see it in your cosmic movie- floating out of charity's bowl