Your shirt did stop smelling like You.
I washed it with my tears and threw it away.
Today I am not afraid that I will forget how You smell.
I think I already did and I didn't mean to.
The door is closed dear. And You threw away the key.
I no longer expect anything.
Maybe I don't deserve to do so,
maybe it's just the way things go.
The bed is empty and cold.
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