The quiet after laughter

The quiet after laughter falls,

A soft embrace, a gentle call,

When echoes fade and stillness stirs,

In the spaces where joy once whirrs.

The room, now calm, feels wide and deep,

A silence soothing, soft, and sweet,

As if the world, in quiet, sighs,

And leaves its noise behind the skies.

The air hangs light, like floating wings,

Each thought a whisper, softly sings,

The joy, now resting, leaves a trace,

A gentle warmth in empty space.

In the stillness, there's a peace,

A quiet grace that will not cease,

The laughter’s song, though faint and far,

Lives on like a distant star.

We linger here, in this repose,

Where the heart finds what it knows—

That joy can fill and then take flight,

Leaving behind a calm, sweet night.

The quiet, born from love and cheer,

Is the echo of what was near,

A pause that holds a deeper sense,

Of all that's shared in the silence, dense.

In the calm after laughter's glow,

We find our hearts, and let them grow.