The sound of his laughter

He laughed
and I listened,
as if the world had paused
to let me memorise the sound.

It wasn't just a laugh,
It was a piece of sunlight
Spilling into my quiet.

I pretended like
I didn't listen.
Like I didn't know 
he was there.

My face was without expression
but inside I was collecting echoes,
every details of his voice
Knowing someday 
silence would ask for them back.

So I let my heart listen harder
because I knew,
this might be the last time
his laughter would find me.