harsh lights
cold tables
darting glances
and baited breaths
She reaches for his arm
Outside clouds are threatening snow
but inside her eyes only threatening tears
They make their way
slowly, with hesitance
each step, playing it over & over
others pass
but no one sees
it's almost New Years
in hours they should laughing, celebrating
creating memories
but tomorrow will be different
tomorrow will be different
This Beautiful Life
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