Her laugh made him smile
simple, sweet
he drank in the moments
when they didn’t really talk
only a few words, they strum
at his mouth, she knew
how to make the day stretch
within a smile, she was his medicine
simple, sweet
pulling away the layers of stress, the conversations
sentences weighing upon his shoulders
and the world clamoring in his ears
they could sit together
with a conversation of a few words and gestures
and he felt alive again
Poetic Trials 