You are gone

Alone…
I drown in memories

The tumbler that held your coffee
The pens that touched your fingers
The gaze you threw from across the romm

Alone…
I emerge from memories

Casting away your soft whisper
Tamping the areas you have touched
Refusing to shed the tears
…that meant you are gone.

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