Crumbled Dreams

He pours a glass of hope
toasts the broken past.
Crushed by his indifference
she became more and more
transparent
dissolved by his false love.

He pours a glass of regret
sips the memories
of forgotten anniversaries
nights he never made it home
lies he whispered.

The house is empty
so is he.
He drinks to solitude
in a house made
of crumbled dreams.

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