Tears,

empty cups of coffee,

photos strewn across the floor…some half torn, some rat bitten, some faded beyond recognition,

a pale reflection in the mirror that danced around with the fading light for the day

intentions, to pick up that broken shard of glass and slice it through the heart that kept beating in vain

a mind, not foolish enough to follow the burning urge

aspirations, that no longer made sense

defeat, that stood towering before; blurring all vision

time to wait again…

for another long night to pass by

for the Sun to rise again.

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