the bled-out wine bottles and the stained
glasses stand like witnesses
to the accident that happened hours
before, stuck to the scene
as they wait to tell their tired stories
again. you don't mind, and
in time you'll learn pain
happens to all good men.
and the stereo reminds you
of what's true in the end:
"i'll probably
never see
you again."
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