I am here
dreaming
into the white walls,
praying
that somehow
we could be
as one again.
But there are no
deals to be made
no prayers answered.
There is only reality
that I loved her
and she did not love me.
It is cold outside
and inside my heart.
I drink to numb the pain
that waits for me to sober up,
I walk outside
onto the balcony
of the hotel.
Your memory follows
like a ghost.
The unwanted echo
of your voice
resounding through my heart.
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