As the city lights glows,
with each hour passing by
she finds her life ticking away.
The blues and red
tinges trying to shadow each other,
she looks at it with a
strange mixture of happiness and guilt
She reaches her hand towards,
the neatly stuck polaroid
on the window pane.
Clutching it tightly,
on her chest
silently sobbing.
As the city lights glows,
she sleeps on the carpeted floor
often sipping on glasses of wine
with each hour ticking away.