At the end
It's now some memory-
Of pain and pleasure.
You walked away
As it was so easy for you.
In this freezing winter night
I have put up a happy face
And stand before all
Pretending to be fine.
Yonder I see few walls
In places I thought
To build bridges over.
What do I say about?
How do I remember you
For the pains
Or pleasure I received?
Yet I claim my victory-
You are now gone.
I am there past mid night
I will welcome the new Sun.
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