Description: For anyone with an elementary physics knowledge, of course you know that sound's velocity in space is 0...but, of course, when you do and find this poem "faulty", it's called both "irony" and "dramatic irony".
I spent many labourious hours
finding the net velocity of sound.
Then I did it, and achieved means
of which I could follow it.
I rejoiced for only a brief moment.
My hasty footsteps carried me to that
Apartment #35 on 114th Street.
Through the scratched lenses of my bifocals,
I saw her in the dim light of her room.
The object of love unrequited.
I stood in the shadow and waited -
hours, days, years, I did not know.
Until, finally, she did it -
laughter rising like bubbles from her mouth.
I took off, following it.
On and on I went,
where I was, I didn't care;
For it was her laughter within my ears;
and I laughed too, a sound unbeknownst to me.
Thus, we laughed together.
I broke through the atmosphere,
and lost my glasses meanwhile.
There I saw something red,
Mars? The sun? Or even Andromeda?
No matter, the only thing I cared for
was her laughing with me in my ears.
So I slept, and saw her laughing.