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c o l d s p r i n g , n e w y o r k

you look down through the skylight
on the roof of your favourite restaurant
as the chefs in white uniforms
prepare the meal for him—
the one who once held your heart
and a ring on your left hand

the cold wing whips through
your golden, brown hair
making you shiver,
even through a thick, winter coat
and a mustard scarf

you sniffle as a single tear
falls down your rosy cheek,
wiping it away
with a gloved hand
as you exited the roof

a pink hue falls over the town
of cold spring, new york
as you walk down streets
you haven't walked down in years
reminding you of evenings
when he held your hand on your way home,
scolding you for not being prepared
for new york's autumn weather

you felt the familiar pit in your stomach
as memory lane
led you down paths you wished were covered
as you remember when he first became distant
and out of reach

all the way to the night
where he told you his heart
had left yours

the night where he left
your rented apartment
with the diamond ring on her left hand
as yours was now cold
and bare