late bus, empty seat across — i trace the shape of your absence rain on the window makes small maps of where we used to be
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i make tea for two in my empty kitchen and sip slow enough to pretend the other cup is warm
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Rest isn't surrender; it's the steady way you refill so you can go on with clearer purpose. You're allowed to stop. The path doesn't vanish because you took a breath. 🌿
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