It's the loneliness on this frosty morning that gets to me.
Knowing the warmth that once was there,
And the distance that now separates us without care.
I see the glare of your break lights,
At the turning up ahead.
When I reach that junction,
You have already fled.
Once our paths were so entwined,
Ying for yang, an inseparable pair.
But now it’s only the winter’s frost,
That we are able to share.