black and white drawn in shades of gray
a melancholy retrospection
why didn’t I…
what if I had…
what if I had never……

there’s a whiskey on the rocks sweating circles on the table
the pill bottle beside it prescribing the cure for empty promises
promising emptiness

a soft exhale echoes back from nowhere
then nothing
no traffic noise
no ticking clock
the world waits in profound silence
life exits on a breath