Shoes on the step, blanket on the floor
- Are you there, at my door?
Cup on the table, scent in the air
- I go to look, but no one's there
Fold the blanket, wash the cup
- Reach for the shoes, but can't pick them up
The house feels empty, but strangely full
- Memories of love and joy that cannot dull
This is a perfect picturesque description of what is like when someone we love has gone.
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