When you wake up in darknessFloat ashore a sea of guiltThe black sky, ruth- and starless,Reflected in your window sillIn cryptic letters in your handwritingThat you hide better when the sun's risingYou're buried in notes that you never wrote,Scattered collection, fragments of a soulYou're alone now, but two empty glasses show you: They were there.What is left to do but revel in the lightness of despair?