Ephemeral

Trees, bare of leaves.
Sleeping in the wintry cold.

It’s too late at night,
to walk the streets alone.

I think of you from time to time,
when I’m alone.

Distractions help.
and I keep going.

The life we built together ended.
I can not pretend,

that everything is fine.

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