i sit without
a morning spark
sputtering as my
engine refuses
to fire after
a long night
turning over
rather than
shutting down

the gears grind
as my mainframe
shudders along
with her vacancy
filling in the
gap where my arms
should be wrapped
around her with
the last sighs
of final surrenders

the coffee reflects
only darkness
as i await the sun
to dispell these
illusions cast like
cobwebs hanging
over a broken heart