An empty soul staring into a glass.
A thin streak of worry on their forehead, a witness of what was.
A ring on one finger, or is it a tan line that serves as a reminder?
He doesn't notice the changing of people
The door opening and closing
He doesn't want to
His heart clings to an old song
That he first heard one summer night
Underneath a starry sky
With a hand warming his
The same hand that now shows the thin line of a broken
Promise
A heart that could break into more pieces
Than the glass in front of him ever could
And for the first time he wished
Back the emptiness she used to make him forget.
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