The words you left behind
have made a new home here.
They string up the lights for Christmas and leave them on for 3 months straight.
I hear them in the kitchen in the middle of the night,
filling up on empty meaning.
They watch me leave through the window,
wait patiently for my return.
They sleep next to me at night and hold me closer than you ever did.


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