Silent Laugh

It was silent as they passed.

Caught up in our jokes having a good laugh.

I wonder what was the last thing that the conscience did concede before it lost it’s anchor to this dream.

We may never know, lucky are the ones who do silently pass.

They don’t cling and they don’t thrash.

They relive memories and relive all the laughs.

Bon voyage! You are free to come back.