I Missed Your Voice…
…So I sat alone in the quiet and thought of you.
The night was pristine and cold: a black diamond, frosted with snow almost as light as air. My breath made swans in the darkness. Coming home here, again — where it is warm. Again. But silent, now. Five minutes, I was told. Or so. I left a message — but you had gone to bed.
I will soon, too, but I wanted you to know.
You were missed.