I felt you leave today.
My mother said you can feel when another person's grieving cycle is complete.
Yours ended.
You think not of me.
This is not telepathy.
Where once I felt you,
I do not.
You have vanished.
You left our hallway
Half-heartedly.
I'm
Standing empty handed
At the other end-
Holding the mess of me.
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