The Space Left Behind

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There exists in the wake of your leaving,
A vacuum.
Even though I know — I will see you again —
One day.

The quiet of your absence fills my very soul.
Your scent no longer lingers on my sheets.
Your laughter no longer fills the air.
Your love walks with you on to the next thing.

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