More: [Poem]: Humor

‘Humor’

Humor at 1AM

brings me back

to yesterdays

of mottled rust

and a swing set

falling apart.

He was younger

and shorter then;

I was his big sister

in more than age.

I never thought

his golden hair

would darken

as much as it did.

Funny how time does

strange things

especially to people

even if we don’t

want anything to change.

Still, it never took away

the beauty of his laugh.

Humor at 1AM

would be obsolete

without it,

and I would be

someone else.