#24

I kept on repeating,
one more day,
thinking the next day would be better —
yet better days never came.

I'm tired —
so tired.
Don’t tell me I wasn’t there when things were good;
I was tired then too, but not like this —

not like this.

That one more day on repeat turned to two,
then a week,
then a month,

and now, almost a year later...

that one day I kept waiting for became —
a broken promise,
an impossible oath,
a miracle that never bloomed.

Empty skies,
an eternity of silence,
no one left to hear our unsaid prayers.

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