Unlikely Light. Life is a Story - story.one

When you wake up in darkness
Float ashore a sea of guilt
The black sky, ruth- and starless,
Reflected in your window sill
In cryptic letters in your handwriting
That you hide better when the sun's rising
You're buried in notes that you never wrote,
Scattered collection, fragments of a soul
You're alone now, but two empty glasses show you: They were there.
What is left to do but revel in the lightness of despair?