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Irrevocably Broken

I watched those half-night ladies,
having someone for awhile.
As I remained locked inside,
with little light escaping.
Id been in too many hotels,
where a faucet dripped, 
and vending machines with cracked mirrors,
dispensed condoms or smokes.
You spoke of your wife and kids,
until I dropped a glass,
shattering my silence.
Irrevocably broken.
Wed fallen apart
and nothing could put us 
together again.