Voices Through the Midnight Mist

"It is in the silence that I remember you, Softly whispering in my ear, Like the rustling of leaves on a cold winter night, The stories of a bygone year. It is in the silence that I remember you, By the fireplace crackling through the night, The glow of its embers wrap me warm, Like the blanket of your eyes. It is in the silence that I remember you, Whilst the snow piles up my sill, The last leaf strains against the branches, white, And I wonder, do you remember me still?"