In the woods

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We listened to the rain's mist
flick off the stones
surrounding us:

           White noise
      gradually stepping
                   into
                       silence.

We laughed at the quiet
to fill each other's empty
ear drums
  our own comforting hymn
  vibrating through the fog.

Up close
your face was still clouded
 and I asked myself
   what it meant to be lost.