Goodbye, Sweetheart

A brisk Christmas Eve walk
through the most silent night of all
under the dimming brow of dusk
a lampshade pulled over the clouds

Your love lingering in teardrops
evaporating from my jacket shoulder
Goodbye, sweetheart. You told me
There are worse things to cry about

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