He Sits

he sits,

sipping coffee thru the lid

his tongue burnt from his haste 

ignoring the ache in his fingers 

facing an empty space where her back once was

brow crinkled 

with constant thoughts of her

recalling words from her heart

that once bubbled endlessly 

staring at another sunrise

asking the universe for help

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