The Memory

i hadn't heard you belly laugh in so long

but when i did, boy did i smile.

not the kind of smile like some joke i understood,

or eating a sweet, neon clementine in the summertime.

i mean the kind of smile

when you see a kind old friend

or get overwhelmed with nostalgia and "remember when's"

i don't know

the last time i heard the chords

to your laugh, anyway.

on the old, rickety rocking chair i sit

its circled around me quintillions of times.

so did a little bee, a soft-hum flutter

and the old tunes of your laugh

our favorite song from however lightyears ago

cracking through the lazy radio

my cigarette smoke hanging around in the humid air

maybe the smoke is chasing down the

vibrations of this laugh.

the laugh i want to taste again

like my sweet summer clementine.

i dont know.

i dont know,

i dont know,

i dont ever want to know.