they dance around the sky for only us to see.
they mimic the headlights of the cars as they pass, twinkling as they pass a new corner.
the lump in my throat is growing, yet still streams of tears escape and cascade down every crevice on my skin.
i walk ahead of everyone, hoping no one notices somethings wrong.
the occasional "slow down" or "cold night eh?" murders the silence.
i just pull my scarf up covering more of my face, swallow away the possibility of tears and let spill" i suppose"
tomorrow is going to be hard.