Sitting in the silence
of your absence I
Never realized how much
noise your presence made
the sounds of little movements
breathing, being
and now
Rooms become backdrops
Nights drag on, hours crawl up to me
Then the next day comes without mercy
Sometimes grief sits down
anticipating
its next move
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