In this January air...
It's cold and unwelcoming..
My thoughts race and replay.
Every little memory you left behind,
Makes me uncomfortable in my own skin..
December was filled with love..
Somewhere in the middle of the two,
We became more like two silhouettes in a room.
And less like two best friends living life to the fullest...
What altered our state of being?
February is welcoming lovers all over the world,
And yet my arms are empty and cold..
My heart is restless and uneasy each corner I turn,
Facing every little memory attached to all you touched...
Including my own heart and soul.
It's kind of hard leaving behind a fond plan for two,
To continue on solo in this bitter biting cold.
The lights have dimmed here in this crowded room,
these familiar faces just fog up in my mind ,
And loving friends now just appear as room decor.
Welcoming me to my new world of cold emptiness..
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