The quiet is so quiet out where
the snow rests and, soundless,
falls, settling around pines behind
your house, the silence is so silent
here where we rest in warmth, cozy
beneath a blanket of memories,
history, friendship so timeless,
permanent it makes no sound, but
big as the mountainside covered in
trees, growing in snow. You shift
positions and I pull my blanket lazily
up to my chin, we’re watching happy
animated film shorts now, side by side
on the couch, in agreement, the sad ones
were too sad, while I quietly refuse
to believe we will leave this
or could ever be apart
from it at all.
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