At nights when I come home early
I turn on the tube and sit on the couch
My empty gaze
Clears my mind
My expressionless stare
Relieves me of my burdens
My overworking brain
Forgets about the day
And the nights when thoughts of you
Creep up next to me
Cosily
Yet saddening to a point
Where I wish I can’t sink any lower
To a place
Where I wish I had no soul
Only then
Could I face the truth you left
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