When you came to live
In my attic
I knew you wouldn't stay long
Still, you rearranged the furniture
Made it your home
I grew fondly accustomed to
Bumps in the night, footfalls
Interrupting the lonliness

You must have found a
Happier place; you
Moved out without even
Saying goodbye
The silence above now
Shouts at me, keeps me awake at night

The attic remains just the way
You left it—
Except for some cobwebs in the moonlight
And the toys you left behind


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