One

Empty streets lined by bare trees
Outside of an unoccupied seat next to me

One empty swing
One lonely room
You’re not there to heal the wounds

Silent nights where I listen to myself breathe
The coolness of the sheets where you used to lay beside me

One dimming candle
One forever love song
One broken heart

And he’s gone

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