Be Well...

Rain stains, snowy windowpanes.
Rats roaming about alleys and drains.
Footsteps drifting down a lane.
Muffled by heavy rain.

As I sit and stare.
Looking blankly at emptiness.
Surrounding me is an air.
An air of loneliness.

Reminiscing of fond memories.
Of how we used to be.
Of how we had no worries.
But now, it's just me.

Sitting alone, in darkness.
In despair.
The night feels endless.
Breathing in the cold air.

Anguished and distant.
Ireful and cavalier.
How appearances change in an instant.
A cuirassier may just appear scragglier.

The clock is ticking.
Counting my final hour.
I shall be leaving.
And remembering our past amour.

Where we go from here.
Nobody can tell.
But I shall wish for you, my dear.
Be well...