this is an ode

to my friends.

for keeping me to together

when i felt so far apart.

for your laughter

and your tears,

for your time

and your years.

thank you.

i miss us when we're together.

i miss the not-awkward silences,

the smell of your cologne.

i miss our chats, our jokes,

our studies while suffering.

i let the lights pass by,

my eyes focus on the road.

you're right next to me,

still, i miss you more than ever.

i find you in dim light,

in the morning cold.

snowy forest,

south of nowhere,

north of nothing.

we laugh gently

(as to not disturb the trees)

we tread careful on snow.

we find comfort in the forest floor,

in fleece blankets and ear muffs.

there’s a certain kind of closeness

that comes with this almost-solitude.

this is our forest,

our greenery,

despite how almost-lonely it gets.

we don’t need anyone else here.

the day will come when

we have to leave this forest,

this small bliss we found

all on our own.

we know this day will come.

until then,

we sit in the morning cold,

dim green, snowy forest.

we laugh softly.

we find each other.