She walks at a faulty pace
Her fingers twitching, eyes wandering
Painful enough is the bitter wind
She also has its company
She wades in the shallow creek
Toes barely submerged in icy water not yet frozen over
Tomorrow, it will be

He waits under the stars at their park
The one with the broken wooden swings and painful metal slide
His bare arms meet the midnight breeze head on
Nothing to gain from this
He lays down on his back
One last time, he thinks
Then it will be goodbye
Tomorrow, it will be

I hold my head up when I think of you
I keep my thoughts to myself
And my opinions quiet
No one will ever know
Just how difficult you’re making this
I hated that ending
All I need is another hello
It needs to be a hello this time
Tomorrow, it will be.