She opens her eyes
like the sun breaking through the clouds
and smiles
My heart breaks
because she used to be mine
and I wallow in self pity
Breaking my fast
on stale bread and cold coffee
because I don’t deserve better
Tears fall slowly
like morning dew
on a waking leaf
And I sit
in the broken chair
and stare out the cracked window
of what my life used to be.
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