A husk, a shadow, a memory now weak. A place to avoid, a number to delete. A face to forget, a life given up. A name to erase, etched into your skull. A myriad of hopes, to remember as dreams. A time spent alone to weaken the seams.
A reason to drink. A reason to cry. A reason to laugh. A reason to lie. A past to detest, a loss to accept. A reason to bruise, to soften the truth. An excuse to abuse; a home, to lose.