It still seats on the brown coaster on the glass table
The tears that I cried late into the night
Stain the pillow case I hold in my arms daily
Since I stopped hearing your footsteps coming
Buried in deep ghostly open spaces of emptiness
I have no reason to keep holding onto your memories
Selfish emotions run through my heart’s veins
Wanting you back yet without any other reason
I nurse internal injuries from broken promises made
The glass I put on my lips