Surrounded by laughter,
you weep.
Outside, the world is so close
you could reach out
and touch it.

But no,
touching would not be enough,
taking---too much,
holding---impossible.

You feel it drift by
and you're tempted to follow.
For a moment---just one,
you hesitate.

But no...NO!
Let it go,
turn your back,
and walk away.

Hear the laughter?