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What We Left Behind
<p><span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;">The room still holds your silent shape,</span></p><p>A ghost in folds of curtain drape.</p><p>Your coffee cup, untouched, alone—</p><p>A monument of quiet stone.</p><p><br></p><p>The clock still ticks the same old tune,</p><p>But time has drifted far too soon.</p><p>It plays the hours we used to share,</p><p>Now filled with dust and vacant air.</p><p><br></p><p>I speak your name into the night,</p><p>Hoping the stars will hold it tight.</p><p>But echoes fade, and silence grows,</p><p>Like winter buried under snows.</p><p><br></p><p>Your sweater clings to hollow skin—</p><p>I wear it just to feel you in.</p><p>The scent of you, though faint and worn,</p><p>Still breaks me like a rose with thorns.</p><p><br></p><p>We said forever like a vow,</p><p>But who keeps promises like now?</p><p>When all I have are memories,</p><p>That fall like rain from broken seas.</p><p><br></p><p>The photographs don’t speak to me,</p><p>Just strangers locked in reverie.</p><p>And every smile I see you wear</p><p>Reminds me what is no longer there.</p><p><br></p><p>I still make room for you at night,</p><p>Still turn my face toward your light.</p><p>But all that’s left, it seems to be—</p><p>A shadow sleeping next to me.</p><p><br></p><p>And though I try to let you go,</p><p>Grief clings the way the cold winds blow.</p><p>You were the story I adored—</p><p>And I, the page you won’t read anymore.</p><p><br></p>
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