Lights turn on as the room starts to empty. Last call, an hour ago.
Don’t have to go home, but well..you know the rest.And as the venue clears, I can see the mess they left behind.
The floors, covered in distrust and self pity.
The main bar is coated in droplets of spilled regret. Some bottles of booze filled with wasted times.
Shattered pieces of myself gleam across the place from wall to wall.
Lots of cleaning to be done in a such a place when you are all alone. So you grab a bucket of trivial thoughts to rid the place of it’s funk. After all, you’re the only one left to sort this out.
Because when they leave the party, when they leave your heart broken, only you can clean the rubbish.
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Published by Trey Persons
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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