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There's a silence inside me that

wasn't there before you left- a quiet 

that holds your name like a secret.

I move through my days, pretending 

That I'm fine. But in the spaces between 

My breaths you return.

A memory, A voice

A feeling I can't shake.

I don't break the way I used to,

But the ache still settles in the

background, gently yet unyielding.

Maybe healing isn't forgetting --maybe

it's learning to live with the echo

of someone who once felt like 

home.