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Empty hangers on the bed 
Once hung proudly 
In a closet with our shirts in pairs, 
And our hearts as one. 
The depression in the bed 
Where springs recall the glory 
That was your body at rest 
Begins to unwind in your absence. 
The smell is different, 
The room seems larger 
And my voice echoes longer 
Against the sympathetic walls. 
Even the cobwebs in the corner 
Hang listlessly and dull 
Not even the spiders would stay 
To keep the company of misery. 
I wish I had the strength to be wise, 
And the courage to be carefree 
With the ambition to lose my pride 
So I can say, “I need you so.”

I face the walls