i returned to a life
that was exactly as i left it
six months ago, 
thinking i’d find you as i always do,
hidden away in dark corners,
the memory of you silently watching
my every move.

instead,
there is nothing here that even hints
at your presence—
except the chair at the kitchen table,
still a little bit warm,
as if you had left only moments before.

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