Whenever it's windy,
The blinds part a bit.
And the light comes in.
The warmth comes in.
Since you left, I've closed the blinds.
Your duvet is my comfort.
My love.
The little bar of hope says hello.
But only for a second or so.
Soon it leaves.
And I am left all alone.
Sometimes I hear the neighbours talking.
I feel like you're here.
I listen in on their conversations,
Any glimpse
Anything
Would be welcome.
The postman comes.
And goes.
The pile of post would make me your height if I stood on it.
The wind sings me a ballad,
And I mourn the words back.
The rain smiles.
I cry raindrops.
The clouds are nothing
Compared to me.
You said we'd part them,
One day, together.
But you did that on your own.
And you left this world without me.
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