Broken (Rough Draft)

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After the fight

she heard you while you

thought she was sleeping.

The next morning, she found

a broken bottle,

a smashed chair,

last night’s echoes,

and no longer surprised she was left

behind to sweep the aftermath alone.

She’ll deal with your wreckage

later, maybe even throw away anything

that ignites your image,

then reinvent a new home for herself.

But, tomorrow.

She’s still listening

to last night,  and coping with

the aftershock of your absence.

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