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.