Poetry & Prose

The Bitter End

Dawn ushered in a new silence

Assuring rebirth

in Her swift, cool embrace.

Day sauntered on as He usually does,

lackadaisical and innocent

caught up in His duties.

Dusk beckoned early

Slurring His false promises of change

Through a cracked window pane.

And what happened to Night?

She never arrived.

Swallowed by a broken heart.

You never called.

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