watching the snow come down
torturing myself with the cold
of how I hurt the ones I love

(And that means you.)

But I was easily replaced --
I must not have cut too deep
It stings,
still
and it doesn't feel like healing.

we are replaceable.
I know that now.
I wasn't meant to feel so close

and I'm sorry for losing sight
of the world outside you

I must look at the bigger picture:
I am happy now.
And I imagine... I hope so are you.