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And then we laughed some more

We laughed together

And as we sat down, we could still hear the echoes

Of that superimposed sounds of giggles we made

Which slowly propagated through the empty space

Muffled by the air, diminishing with every centimeter

Until suddenly it choked, somewhere midway

Between us and where it was supposed to go

And we both knew that the stifled laughter

Was a perfect metaphor of us

 

But we still let out grins, as nervous as they might have seemed

While we held each other

With hands, as shaky, palms as sweaty

As they might have been

How painful it is, when you are a part

Of something ecstatic, something beautiful

But temporary

While at the same time, you feel at home

Its probably rare to feel that way

Feel pain in pleasure that’ll wilt away

But that’s often the way it goes

Bitter-sweet comes with a whole package

So might as well, while it lasts, enjoy it

 

And more laughter ensued, sometimes hysterical

But still when none made it till the end

It was alright though, we had made amends

That good things are short-lived, and so special, thereby

Euphoric and ephermal, like you and I