The touch

Left the bed undone The toothbrush dry The curtains drawn The coffee machine, uncleaned The footwear skewed Keys and key stains on the key holder The leaves left to turn golden And unused perfume bottle in the drawer The floor remains like an open ground Opened and closed eyes for the sense of another day

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Decampment

Invisible doors. Inaudible foot steps. Yet, she can see the pieces of her body overthrown by the gush of air as she hears the sound of you evaporate into nothingness.