When someone leaves
and has no intention to return,
they linger.
Their memory
etched into the back of your mind,
the vibrations of their vocal cords
when they spoke
like nails on a chalkboard.
But you love that chalkboard.
You love how smooth it used to be,
and your heart
aches,
shatters.
When someone leaves
and intends to return,
your dreams wander
and the chalkboard
stares back at you,
waiting for you to notice.
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