As I sit on the corner, the cold night air biting at my fingertips, stars stare down at your head resting on my shoulders.
Breath condenses in clouds formed as a promise which could never be kept.
Walking away is the hardest part, and each breath seems a tighter restraint holding me down.
Wandering back, the hundreds of solitary lights reflect a loneliness which cant only be felt whilst in a crowd; an admittance:
We only did this to ourselves
We only did this to ourselves….