From You, To You...

[Little Gal]

To take your voice in my hands
I pour myself down on the bent leaves of autumn’s noon
and walk back feeling empty pockets.
I keep sitting and sitting alone
Listening to you and thinking how low the sky has come down.
I do not consist of anything and not of you
I like how you make it happen in me.
I know you are thinking between windows and at the ends
Of roads that take you where you are standing now.
I know you go there every day.
I go after you and stand beside where you stood.
I do not know why my hands feel warm like
fresh little mornings over fields.
I know we know of us and you and me.
I know how the day waits on the top of the hill before falling.
When I wake up tomorrow morning, I know this letter will be open and beside me
I will write another
and you will laugh thinking about it.

[cafolini]

Perhaps the last line should change to smile, rather than laugh. But I don't know the background. Nice.

[BienvenuJDC]

Perhaps the last line should change to smile, rather than laugh. But I don't know the background. Nice.

When I read that part, I considered that one can laugh inside. It's not necessarily an emotion of happiness, although that can reside within a laugh, but of humor. The thoughts of the preceding day...our own thoughts...can be amusing to us in days to come. Most of my laughing is done straight faced and deep inside. You may be right in that my "inside" laughing might be apparent to you as only a smile, but then again, you probably would never be there to witness it.