he wakes up to see her women not on the bed, beside him.
he bathed, in sorrow, had his breakfast, a toast, and two eggs.
he knows, that the breakfast just wouldn't last, like how the feelings that he need.
he put on his shoes, went off to work.
daily routine, as it is.
stuck in traffic, employee-employer conflict.
friends?
yes, there was.
but didn't really amuse him.
lunch.
three pieces of donut and coffee.
he knew that his life had passed him by.
she knew, she said so.
she passed by with a warning, only he didn't notice.
"when will you learn?" she ask.
those white pills are kind, as he listens to his blood flows in his vein, rushes to the brain.
his sources say that the road is clear, signs pointed to the way.
he never felt that the glove fits, as he let his life passed.
he knew, that she is, with whoever, whenever, wherever.
he knows, felt cheated.
loathery prevails.
the rain just washed her out of his hair, out of his life.
out of his life, as he is staying in the clouds, towering over her head.
he said he could go home now.
he wants to go home.
she's cheap, a bitch.
the pretender, to be exact.
- he says.
