December Tears

Its 

painful.

I let the tears

run down 

my cheeks

as I walk 

in the cold 

December

air. 

They start to 

freeze. 

Its painful 

to look at the 

past. 

When you do

you hurt.

I walk

with purpose.

The feelings

the thoughts 

cloud

my heart

and there

is pressure

on it.

I can hardly

breathe.

I make my 

self stop.

Is it 

going to 

happen 

right here

right now?

Yes..

And it does.

I start

crying

and let it out.

Your carelessness

and thoughtlessness

hurt me so. 

But that too is now

in the past

and so are you.