Us

it had seemed almost magical that evening.

twinkle lights strung up around

affixed to the wooden fences surrounding

holding us in.

white snow falling from above

dusting the bare ground 

and kissing our warm skin.

the sky painted messily in light oranges

to warm pinks 

sprinkled with the early signs of nighttime stars.

the sound of skates 

gliding across the open ice 

leaving marks of where they once were.

the small wooden cabin before us 

painted in black with little red doors

the smell of hot cocoa

drifting from inside.

you looking down on me 

explaining how “we just don’t work anymore.”

eyes down avoiding mine

filled with shame.

me comforting you

saying how “ it's okay.” 

while my own stupid heart

breaks in response.

you telling me “you're sorry.”

as if that would fix the hole

you put into my heart.

me turning away 

head held high

and the broken pieces of my heart

rattling inside.

it was supposed to be magical that evening.

now it was 

us 

fading away.

as the snow continued to fall

blissfully unaware.