I passed the place
where our lips first touched the other night. I stood there,
staring at the ground for a moment. I remember out shadows so
perfectly. Two bodies perfectly fit together. Two warm, loving
bodies. Now it's cold outside, and I stand alone. Every time
I walk outside, I see vacant place where your car used to
wait so peacefully. I still go to the lake where we first me
occasionally. I pass the bench we would sit on for hours. It
doesn't look claming anymore. It looks like a sad, lonely
place. I can't feel my own heartbeat anymore, because you
made that ugly too. How did such a beautiful person make
everything so horrible?
