sunlight
filtered through coffee
sorrow
tinged by joy

day
turns into long night
spent
staring at the ceiling

aches course
like acid spikes
driven deeply
the dull throb
of another
tormented soul

where
does it go
this
endless misery
when it evaporates
from a host

does it find
another
to take root within
or
spin back
into the aether
from which it was born

the sun
reflects
off of the windows
of the other building
a dagger of light
to pierce
the silence