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I left your voice-notes unopened

for longer than I needed to,

just so that for a few moments,

your name was there when my screen

lit up.

Your towel was left behind

after the nights you stayed over;

I hung it up on the line downstairs

so I didn’t have to be reminded

of the unanswered questions

floating around my mind

every time I took a shower.

The room in my soul I built just for you

has been dismantled;

emptied by my acceptance that

you wished you had met me before love was

‘ruined for you’.

The walls will begin to crack

and the strings on your guitar

in the corner will start to rust;

the curtains will yellow from years

of sun and collect days of dust.

But therein that room will always remain

a place where we are dancing.

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