When it's quiet, I hear him.
Advising me, complaining about the cold.
Always there.  Behind my thoughts.
He tells me that it will be all right.  To hang on.
That I'm doing the tough part now and it gets better.

I hear him.  Cursing me when I do something stupid.
Laughing and rolling his eyes.
Maybe someday I won't listen to him anymore.
I hope, at least , that I will always hear him.
 
 

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