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she sat on her balcony
the big french doors opened behind her
and a warm light coming from the candle by her bed
she hes done this every night for the last three years
since her husband has been gone.
she looks up into the moon
the stars
the big black world srawled out infront of her

after about an hour she will go inside
and close the big french doors of her bed room
she pours a glass of wine and sits at the end on her bed
looking at the emptie space beside her gets harder every night
she'll close her eyes and open them
again and again
hopeing that the next time she opens her soft blue eyes
the space will be filled.
but its not

so she'll lay down in this big emptie room
and she'll blow out the candle
and she'll look at his picture and remember his voice
as she falls aleep

another nightmare nodoubt
him laying on the floor infront of her
proped up against the night stand like a chinadoll
blood stains running down his shirt
and a dark figure slipping out the door

she wakes up
tears running down her pale delicate face every morning
her wine still sits on the bedside table
so she picks up the glass and throws it against the wall

another broken glass
for another broken sole
a broken heart
a broken love
that is silent, even in her dreams.