The black bra

It lay there

Sitting on the bed

left untouched for several days

The weather was cold

And so was it

The owner was somewhere,

 Out in the universe

The black bra had stories to tell

Many tales of complex relationships

Broken days and sullen nights

Sleepless heavy breathes

It was the useless observer-

The third party

To the passing nuisance of what was called life

A creature of random circumstances

Just like she, it’s owner

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