It's cold outside, and only getting colder,
With the wind blowing dark secrets down the driveway.
I can almost make out the words against the frozen window.
It's gusts stir up your memories and blow them far away.
My feet lead me with inevitability back,
To crowded streets and rooms of friends I can't face
But the people pass by unflinching in the face of your absence,
And I can't stop to mourn or I'll lose to the pace.
'Should have' is useless against the past,
'Could have' worthless against what's been done,
Time would never press onward if it could be pulled back,
And it would surely burn me, if I could grab hold of the sun.
-will finish later-
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