Slow steps
On cold asphalt
As harsh reality
Sinks in
Empty streets
Seem to amplify
Every whispered
Regret
As shaking hands
Wipe a tear
From what once were
Rosy cheeks
Because while
Stale cigarettes
Mixed with
Snowy air,
The hopeful taste of those
Candied questions were
Ruined with
Rancid replies.
