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.