Making tea for two,

alone.

Tears mingling with the Earl of Grey,

desolate.

A heart shredded,

leaving only wasted murmurs, 

wasted breaths.

A soul hardened,

all alone.

A heart aching,

to beat.

The heart slips,

among scattered stones.

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