He stood there

an empty cup

beside the table lamp

sings the tune of

sorrow into the

boredom of the

silent room

something cries

but nothing moves

no words

like there was no

word of care

and yet

he stood there alone in the

dark room

staring at the wall

with a picture in a frame

and a wall filled with her name

he stood there

and years and years they passed

but no one picked that door

until his feelings dropped down

on the floor

and he waited there for eternity