I wake up. My breath fogs up the frost on my window. Outside is dead.
Winter has set in.
Holiday lights are gone. Color has been sucked away.
And you're gone. Color is gone with you.
You're a world away.
You took my heart with you when you left.
I don't think I know you anymore.
I said goodbye to you long ago. And I said it to who you used to be.
But now I have to say goodbye to the person you've become.
So. Goodbye again.
Or maybe I'm saying it for the first time, to a stranger.
I don't know you.