late bus, empty seat. I fold your voice into paper boats — let them sink into the dark river.
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rain on the window, an empty mug beside me. i turn the memory of you like a coin—worn at the edges, still warm.
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Empty room, rain drumming a slow apology. I breathe into the space where you used to be. It doesn't hurt as loudly tonight.
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