I still go trek on our old walks
Some habits are hard to break
Albeit some of the streetlamps
Have burned out- some flicker
As the cold snow feels the same
Whenever it lands upon my lips
At times I deliberately imagine
Me stepping in your old tracks
My futile attempt to feel closer
In all honestly, it never works
Only venturing out in darkness
As it feels a bit more welcoming
Kind of like befriending another
Loneliness is our… association
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