Sitting at that dark corner

Surrounded by the four walls

The almost crumbling walls

The rainwater dripping through the sheets

Splashing to his black dirty boots

Wind whistling through the cobweb-filled ventilation

Paints peeling off 

His gaze shifting 

From one photo frame to another

Photos of her,photos of them

Before him,cigarette butts in ashtray

Empty bottles lay down

Alone and waiting for love

Always waiting for her

To welcome her back into his life

Never to receive a word from her

That’s where she left him

And there he’ll wait for her

Lightening fully illuminates the room

Silently he falls asleep


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