Broken Morning

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He learned to drink alone
after the tavern closed.
The jukebox played sad songs for no one.
Bottles and glasses clinked
like the thoughts in his head.
Her red dress hung in the closet
like a criminal at the gallows.
The moment his heart broke,
it smelled like lilacs and
tasted like a sunset.

After that, dawn turned gray.
Madness sat on his shoulder.
The room stayed the same.
He didn’t.
Morning found him silent,
finally done with it all.

Author's Note

I just dropped a new poetry video on YouTube words read out loud, no polish, no net:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?vLEQlkNVsIQA

My books are on Amazon if you want more.
https://www.amazon.com/stores/Thomas-W.-Case/author/B0CL2RKDGX?refsr

Reviews

[Pete]

ouch. sounds like a rock bottom. when enough is enough. too often, we don't know the cost until we see the bill along with our empty heart and pockets.

[Thomas W Case]

So very true. Thanks, Pete.