using a candle to light this room.
Unpacked boxes piled on top of each other.
He ignores the pictures that are stored inside of them.
The pictures with the false smiles and faces showing secrets of a failed relationship.
Only holding on because love is ignorant and she refuses to say no.
He asks himself rhetorical questions.
He knows the answers. He knows how he got here.
And as the light flickers the shadows on the wall tell a story of a time when loves wasn't so complex.
When honesty wasn't a fictitious word.
When love meant it's definition and not a word used to fill a void.
And as Act III comes to an end, he refuses to applaud.
The light dims.
He sits in the corner with unpacked boxes.
