You left, not me—
the door still creaks where you stood,
a ghost in the hallway,
breathing out your name like smoke.
I kept the lights on.
I kept the coffee warm.
You walked into the rain
and never looked back—
like I was the one who vanished.
Now the house talks to itself,
echoes your laugh in the walls,
and I sit here,
tracing your shadow on the floor,
wondering if you ever noticed
the quiet you left behind
was louder than anything we said.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Silence is the loudest noise. It is deafening at times. Nicely written William
Thank you
You are most welcome William
What beautiful message of love eternally lost. Short and sweet with amazing imagery and word placement. Nice work.:)
Thank you so much
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