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sitting here

with an empty glass;

my eyes

feel the grunge

of yesterday’s indulgence

I can’t feel a thing

for trying to see you

in my mind

so depressing

and so lonely

to be here without you

and not even knowing

where you are

I just think

(as much as I can)

of all the things

that might have been

and it really makes me

feel like an ass

to think about it

in this throbbing state

of remorse

what might have been

 never is

which is hard to accept

at this time