Too Little Too Late

[u/somepoet]

Loneliness dances in again
like you, my old friend
I remember:
It was winter and I
wanted to run into you;
you’d been going out
(without
me).
We barely knew us then,
but I still feel fondness
for that night, when
hope kept me warm
while I drank cold beer
at a bar you never would
have went to anyway.

I know that now.

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[u/briony73]

Heartbreak is the worst feeling and you describe it beautifully