SuchQuiet

While looking out the 
Window at this cold
And cloudy Denver morning 
I am reminded of 
One particularly chilly November 
Day I hear the
Sounds and smell the 
Aromas and remember then
And now and yet
And even still I 
Am there not here 
Not now not ever 
I wonder why certain 
Things cover us up
Like warm blankets drawn
Over our napping bodies 
By our treasured memories