It’s weird to have muted
silence,
Where our
conversations used to be;
It’s weird to see
inertia,
Where our silly pranks used
to be;
It’s weird to see nostalgia,
Where our hilarious jokes used
to be;
It’s weird to see the
roll of tears,
Where our contagious laughter
used to be;
It’s weird to stare
into blankness,
Where our eyes used to strive to meet;
It’s weird to see melancholy,
Where our loving memories
used to be;
It’s weird to see a
void,
Where dreams of our
future used to be;
It’s weird to have a
big blank space,
Where our life
together used to be.
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