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Love letter # 862

When you moved away, you took the world with you. A gutted replica remained. The outline of something, nearly nothing.

I traversed the hollow streets – the excavated avenues – and how they did echo. The empty rooms we left behind. A resonant quiet in place of song.

That was years ago. Now, returning, I find not a trace – except that it lingers in me, and I wonder if it was ever real. Perhaps I only dreamt of you.