I cannot remember his laugh.
I try to imagine it:
Light but husky
As an old man would,
His eyes creased
His lips chapped
And if I could go back
And bottle the sound
And get drunk on it every night
I would.
I cannot remember his laugh.
I try to imagine it:
Light but husky
As an old man would,
His eyes creased
His lips chapped
And if I could go back
And bottle the sound
And get drunk on it every night
I would.