Her head rest on the empty desk
filled with resent,
remorse,
and regret.
The wooden drawers were empty,
as were her breaths,
and the thoughts she kept.
There was nothing left to rummage through,
no space left to forget.
What she wanted
was pilled high
in a trashcan
outside.
All out of reach
and incomplete.
She sat atop of it all,
And wept.
