Stepped out into the cold in the middle of the dark, clear night.
One chilling breath,
one look up at the countless constellations,
and I was overwhelmed again
by irrepressible loneliness.
How many times have I sucked in the same icy air,
looked up at the same starry skies,
yet everything around me
was so markedly different.
I used to hold your hand while our misty breaths mingled;
you used to be in my arms as we gazed at stars.
But all those are gone now,
a distant ghost of the past,
and I'm left standing alone
in a place I don't belong.
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