She lacked an abundance of goodness, only disappointment
Luck lacking…in relationships, in careers, and in living
Never enough, always discarded like trash
Replaceable, expendable, unneeded…
Pain fills her with a void, empty
His impression still setting on her mind, conflicted
Depression sets in, overwhelming sadness developed
With each swish of the sponge on the mirror, repelling
And with each sweep of her broom on the floor, exhausting
She just wanted to be finished…
It was absurd to keep going…a breath in.
And she went to her darkest day… a breath out.
“Things must get better”, she says…
While her reflection abrogates her essence, disheartening
Gullible feelings in her mind, injure self-worth
“Why is life so hectic?” She cries…humiliated
“Please make it stop, these feelings inside…”
She pleads in a caterwaul tone, yelling
Into the mirror… her face turns red, angry
A grimace should have a smile, she’s flustered
Her lips still feel his mustache, memorable
The regret of refusing that last french kiss…
Her anger explodes like fireworks, heartbreak
Kick it, punch it, be tenacious, be fierce
No toasts of champagne, loneliness
The New Year’s celebration gone, abandoned
A yellow taxi escorts her home, staggering
She gave up and never went inside, done.
“Goodnight…goodbye…whichever works for you.”
She never felt the agony of losing him again…resolved.
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