Gravel presses against my feet, both bare and damp

It seems almost painfully cold due to the weather

I wrap my arms together to keep warm but it doesn't seem to help, no it doesn't seem to help enough

"So, it's been 14 years. Everyone's doing great. We still work at the same place

But it's hard to get a real job. You knew that but you tried so hard."

But you tried so hard

But you tried so hard

After a moment's pause, I expel a sigh

My breath sounds like I'm being shaken up even though I'm sitting still

An icy wind rushes just across my legs as they sit bent in front of me. On my feet, a moth lands and cleans its wings

My face aches and I bury it in my hands

"... Sometimes it comes all at once and I cry myself to sleep. Sometimes it's just a glimpse and I have to put it out of my mind. I've had a lot of late nights. I feel like there was so much more to say. So much more to say

The hole you left is only scarring over."

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over (the weathered sundial)

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over (still and voiceless)

The hole you left is only scarring over (passes another notch)

The hole you left is only scarring over

The hole you left is only scarring over (as the clouds obscure the sun)

The hole you left is only scarring over