Her bruised feet slowly carry her,

as far away as they could.

Her dainty arms tightly hug her cold body.

It’s nearly midnight.

The wind rustling through the leaves,

goosebumps rising on her skin.

The distant sound of crickets chirping

and the contact between the sidewalk and her feet.

She slowly passed by the one streetlight,

the one that if you look closely,

has faint and sharp carvings embedded.

Their initials centered in a small heart.

Her finger drags along the writing,

reminiscing every memory together.

The better times.

He made her feel alive.

He was her home.

Now, she walks alone

with the stars gleaming in the night sky

as they accompany her home.