I Breathe In

And the sadness
That I feel
Burns through my gloves
The soles of my boots
I leave behind ashes
Standing too still
Thinking of you

(There's a wooded path
That we should have taken
Where leaves would crumble
Beneath our feet
And it would be cold enough
To want to hold each other
Without feeling too close
Or being compelled to speak)

I breathe in
And you're gone
And the sadness that I feel
Burns through my gloves
And the soles of my boots
Collecting in ashes
On the side of the street
Where we said goodbye