how different the room
looks, that empty chair,
yours, near the window.
the one dish
and setting
at the table,
the vase empty of white
roses,
the photo that you
took with you,
leaving a spot bare.
how different
the bed is with one
not there,
the extra room,
the pillows,
a blanket no longer
pulled
and bargained for,
no need to share.
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