“Absence” by Mandie Miranda-Escobed

“Absence”

I sit here with someone,

Absent of your kind.

I try to leave,

I try to go home,

But I don’t want to leave alone.

All of the weeks that turned into months,

So much time spent together,

It all went to become rust.

If you asked for a story,

Not one of them would be about us.

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