On a table

on the table

On a table

next to an empty coffee cup

my thoughts are scattered

on pages of us.

How long I’ve stared at

all that remains

tracing footprints in the hall

while flicking my brush on canvas

trying to paint

a fire without a flame

a heart void of love

knowing inside

strings are plucked full of pain.

There is you

on a table

though your smile is smudged

from tears in vain

but they are mine

to shed

and for you I endure

until I fill another page.

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