There she is, staring at me
Vacancy is all she can see
I know that she is feeling alone
It is obvious that something is wrong
The dark deep circles around her eyes
Embitters the tears as they meet the sighs
I cannot look at her anymore
Slashes as broken shells on seashore
My eyes revert
To the flooded bathroom floor, now dried
My feet squelching still
And they wish they had died
