Regrets take over me,
Sitting here alone, waiting,
Words that were meant for silence,
Poured all over the table,
The wine still has ripples from you left,
My glass half full of sorrows and happiness,
Cold air creeps up my back,
Whispers of your voice from the other room,
The walls shake as my vision blurs,
Hands gripped to table,
Bleeding for some attention,
Self-medicated,
Tears start to dry,
My heart slows,
My glass is empty,
Eyes are heavy,
Sleep..
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