They’re full now, there used to be a sparkle there but now they’re fogged up with grief.
The white lines have erased everything that shined in you.
The drink has made you full and hollow. But these are the things that make you happy now. This is what makes you thrive.
You’re dead, you had everything in front of you to live and you chose death.
You’ll think about her one day and wish you had chose different, don’t dwell too much though hopefully you’ll be looking back through new sparkles that you found in your misery of existence.