A work in progress...

[i_was_beauty]

I sit,
staring at the cold blank linoleum
jaundicned and grey from the bleak light that filters in
my barefeet feel marble-like and frozen.
A half empty coffee cup sits across from me
a perfect lip print is kissed upon the rim
a world full of broken promises
lay between me and that cup
and I wonder if I can ever find my way back,
Can you forgive my transgressions against your love?
If I can forgive your missteps?
I stare expectantly at your coffee cup,
awaiting your return,
knowing that nothing ever really changes
and in the end I will remain a statue
too scared to heal
and too stubborn to leave.