Anne: Laughing Heartily in the Darkness
In the marrow of winter,
when the world outside is a hush
and grief gnaws the bones of night,
somehow, laughter bubbles up,
raw, defiant, unstoppable.
We hold each other, trembling,
as if clasping the last ember
before the onset of eternal darkness.
Your eyes, Anne, flicker with mischief
even as confusion etches its map upon your brow.
What is this laughter, but a rebellion?
A candle flickering in the void,
a cracked voice daring the abyss
to steal everything but our joy.
We laugh, not because fate forgot us,
but because beneath the sorrow
we are fiercely, stubbornly alive.
And so have all who came before us,
lighting their brief lanterns
against the infinite darkness of the void.
Photo credit Fernanda Medina Molano
Your friend,
Robert
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