Crusted eyes peel apart to wake on another dawn's break.
The memories return - the heart's broken once more.
Tears force through the dried snapped lashes, lids puff beyond the size of the pillow where he laid his head.
And so, her day.
Motions of the mundane too difficult to perform. So she stays in bed - again.
Waiting for night, for those times in between replays of dreams of when they were together, to hit the darkness and quiet of respite.
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