A Murder In Sleep

What went wrong, where and when?

I do not know.

All I know is

That suddenly

The cups in our hands were different.

You

Were not drinking me

And I

Was not drinking you

The closely held moments of warmth, togetherness and affection were shattered.

And

A relationship

So sweet

And yet so bitter

Was

Murdered

In sleep.

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