The First Snow

The tire tracks his car had left upon my drive were still there by morning, I cried at the sight of them as I smoked a morning cigarette and drank my coffee. I didn’t feel the morning chill clawing at my dressing gown nor did I acknowledge the pounding in my head as the headache took hold.

Dangling his heart out on a string, taunting me to play, with promises and wishes and just like a cat i played and i loved and i guarded. Only to have it pulled from my reach time and time again like some crule joke.

Empty is all I felt, empty with a sinking feeling in the pit of my gut because it was at that moment i knew, that by the time the sun rose, the tracks would be gone.

Just like the first snow.

Just like him.

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