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In retrospect

The bright sun peaks through my bedroom blinds.

Hands to my face to shield the sneaky light.

As the wind blows my mind goes.

I can smell the coffee brewing from the kitchen.

I can still hear your whispers in my ear.

I can feel our fingers rubbing against the sheets. 

I find myself thinking..

Thoughts of an empty space.

Empty space that will remain as an open concept.

A beautiful silence is in place.