Tired. She stood in line at the grocery store. A bottle of wine and nothing more. And empty apartment to go home to. A line on her face for every year he’d miss. A scar on her arm for every time she tried to follow him. A tear in her eye for every day gone by. Going home to no one and still you could hear her cry. If i brought you down. If i caused you to down. She’s sad like winter leaves. But he won’t leave her mind tonight. She stares upon his picture on the wall. And then begins to cry. Let it go. She wakes to the sunrise. A broken glass upon the floor. The salt dried upon her cheeks. We’ve seen this all before. Let it go.