It Feels Like So Long Ago

Not three months past
We sat here,
You and I, together.
And we laughed,
More than we'd laughed
In a long time,
And the most we've laughed since.
For your silence is cold
As the crisp winter air
That bites and gnaws at my fingers
As I write.
And the fog that clouds
My vision as I breathe
Shrouds everything
Into even deeper mystery.