Laughing at Nothing

We laughed at nothing in particular,
just the fact of being there,
the way two people who have found each other
learn to breathe the same air.

Late nights that stretched to morning,
stories we have told a hundred times—
the jokes that only make sense to us,
the private, untranslatable rhymes.

There is no education like a friend
who laughs at what you laugh at,
who knows the punchline before you arrive,
who loves you for exactly that.
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