the words you try to justify - do far more wrong than anything

It was dark inside, by the light from the days of summer was creeping through the bamboo curtains.

The room reeked of cigarettes smoked with regret, of tears spilt & dried. Many days that felt like the night, never-ending, crept past…  The dent in the bed from her motionless body, pillows piled up in the corner. This bed was made for two people, but it would only hold one for many years to come.

The sound of laughter coming from the neighboring yards..happiness did exist. But it was gone for now. Left her in one quick moment, and she didn’t know how to get it back.