Through the Wall

Laughter breaks loose,

spilling soft through cracked walls.

A sound I can’t hold,

faint shadows pooling under my door.

It carries warmth I can’t touch,

a ripple against the cold silence

I wrap like a coat,

sheltering from noise I don’t know.

The sound floats—

bright, reckless,

something I’m not part of,

a ghost in the quiet,

vanishing too soon.