Startled by the clinking of
Your mug upon the table,
A certain look deep in your eyes
I find I cannot label.
Snow is falling gently,
And night is falling too,
And to this day three years ago
Was when I fell for you.
Your beat-up dusty pickup truck
Was packed with skies and poles,
We were on the road for hours
Chatting of life’s joys and woes.
Snowflakes kissed the windshield
As we hit two hundred miles,
My fingers on your lips
Turned them both into a smile.
Silence for a moment
Then I play our favorite song,
Bon Iver, sweet siren music,
Ghostly in the dawn.
No more towns or houses,
Just mountains, fields and moor,
Suddenly you slow, then stop,
Then open your side door.
You beckon me to follow
So I step into the snow,
Your footsteps are in front of me
The wind behind me blows.
Through thickets and a meadow
We trudge deeper through the white,
I’m no longer afraid because
We’ve left behind the night.
Your finger to your lips,
You look over your shoulder,
You crouch and beckon me to sit
Behind a great gray boulder.
Slowly our heads rise above
Our temporary fort,
It’s quite cold and our breath
Makes wispy smoking clouds of sorts.
And now a smaller cloud,
As we softly both exhale,
A family of moose is there
Stock still but flicking tails.
The babe begins to play,
Father gently nuzzles mum,
I look over startled
As you softly start to hum.
The moose don’t seem to notice
Or particularly care,
So you sing a little louder
Touch my ears and face and hair.
That day we never made it
To the famous skiing town,
Instead we held each other close,
We laid each other down.
A memory I’ll cherish
Till they put me in the ground,
I saunter back to present day,
Eventually come ‘round.
Before me is the same face
I see clearly in my mind,
It doesn’t look much different
Than three years ago, I find.
As if to reassure me
That you’ll never let me go,
You start to sing that same song
That you sang me in the snow.
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