We walk out into the bleak world, grasping each others hands as if looking for an inch of warmth.
The cold air bites at my skin, goosebumps I think.
I see you shudder and whisper something under your breath, but I don't care.
The winter sky displays a dead backdrop, the birds stay in the trees.
Fallen leaves stand side-by-side to keep each other company.
I look down the street, seeing every detail of the houses.
I get scared and turn down another road, a dense fog coats the path ahead.
I let go of your hand and run ahead.
You call out for me, but I don't notice.
I run until the winter sun sets, I stop suddenly.
I turn around and look back; I can't find you.
A wave of loneliness washes over me, a sense of comfort quickly follows.
I shrug and continue to walk forward.
I look ahead, the houses out of focus, and I smile.
Ignorance has brought me peace.
