There I was, wiping away your last remains on the mirror,
There I was, listening to the uncomfortable sound of his breath whistling as he walked,
There I stood, helpless, knowingly.
What could I do, except standing there?
Mourn?
What should I mourn?
Your absence?
Or the cessation of your presence?
It may seem the same to you. But you know what?
It's different.
The heart seems at rest, even if it knows that you're somewhere close.
My heart.
But now my heartbeat gone awry.
Dismissing even the negation of your presence.
Awry. I remain.
Like the rains attack, uninvited. Revengeful.
I remain, standing there.
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