poem in rough draft stage, comment, sil vous plait?

Jess

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I choke back tears as the city lights start blurring into each other.
Glistening twinkles turning into a mass of garish light.
I feel so cold.
I drape my jacket even tighter around myself,
surprised to note that it does little to warm me.
My thoughts turn back to you.
I left you behind, ten blocks away.
Ten and a half blocks now.
Almost eleven now.
Tears pour out as I recall all the things we never did,
all the memories we couldn’t make,
all the “somedays” we were planning.
In the end there was barely enough time for:
a hug,
a kiss,
and a goodbye.

God, I feel so cold.
 
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