not eating, not sleeping
only
prowling the hallways
searching for the places you’ve haunted
your ghostly fingerprints
inside my colder skin
and I died the night
you left
my eyes glassy grey
you left
me wanting
twilight dawns empty
padding footless through my yard
making its way into the windows
the open doors
my hair and face
I am reminded of you always
by the flowers that have ceased to bloom
by the soil that houses them
you are my home
you are still my home
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