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Every step I take away from you

is like walking on planes of broken glass.

The end was inevitable but I feel remorse.

For years were spent contemplating,

But fearful of emptiness and solitude. 

And on the morning after

An affinity’s apocalypse.

The decision made itself.

An evening consisting of

Wandering aimlessly

In brand new streets,

Cold shudders

In fall air,

An attempt of warmth

With a brush-off of annoyance,

Resulted in

Striking indifference into gold.

Gold turning to rust.

And a void you used to fill surmounting.

And now I see the ghost of you

And what used to be

Every where I go

In pillows,

In bicycles,

In blankets,

In champagne

In gold.

And all that’s left is the broken promise of an eternity

And long walks on planes of broken glass.