your mask hides

your mask hides your smile

but still how I’m struck

to see your eyes laughing

She made him laugh

She made him laugh, a good sign. Then her words touched his heart and made him cry. He wiped away his tears and smiled in the mirror. Yes.

Pitchblack night, no stars. Hold my hand, I’ll stop you from falling – then I fell. Two lying in the mud, crying laughing.

“OK, you’re the boss” he said.

There was a short silence.

I looked at him and he looked at me.

Then we laughed and laughed and laughed.