The icy winds of dawn dig in their nails
Daylights first break tempered
For the light only scatters along the horizon
But does not yet kiss your skin
As her nails dig in, a familiar pain takes grip
Familiarity is a fickle friend
If progress is measured in wounds healed
Then taking shelter is Apollo
For you see what's in front of your eyes
It's beautiful, and it's coming to you
Sometimes new love is nothing but a false dawn. The familiar feelings of hurt are there but you are better prepared. Chin up