tired. he stood in line at the grocery store. a bottle of wine and nothing more. an empty apartment to go home to. it`d been that way since nineteen seventy-two. a line on his face for every year she`d missed. a scar on his arm for every time he tried to follow her. a tear in his eye for every day gone by. going home to no one and still you could hear him cry. if i brought you down. if i caused you to drown. he`s sad like winter leaves. but she won`t leave his mind tonight. he stares upon her picture on the wall. and then begins to cry. let it go. he wakes to the sunrise. a broken glass upon the floor. the salt dried upon his cheeks. we`ve seen this all before. let it go