False Regrets

A soft sun sets on a Thursday afternoon

The diner’s light counters the first glimpses of darkness …it’s that late already?

A neglected, almost empty coffee mug sits next to the figure.

She sits, waiting …for nothing to change

The shadows disappear on the adjacent street

Gone but not forgotten, they will return …she notes

But this loneliness lingers as she relishes her few moments of solace.

It always haunts her, but a change of scenery is nice …away from the everyday

She contemplates calling him, telling him everything.

Her mind races and the internal stress builds

But her body refuses to react,

But the phone sits still,

The coffee mug sits still,

Her life sits still

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