Your cereal bowl still sits on the table, from breakfast when you still lived here.
The hamper, I discovered, is full of your clothes.
Our shelves contain pictures of us when we were happy.
The whole house is full of you, but when I go to bed at night, I find it empty.
I don't want remnants if I can't have you.
I haven't had a good night of sleep since I lay next to you. I'm literally crying as I read your latest blog entries.
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