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🥀 Love Left a Cup of Tea, Still Warm

Literature 5 hrs ago
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    Linksmarx
    5 hrs ago

    He left —

    not with noise,

    but with the kind of silence

    that haunts doorknobs.

     

    There was no fight,

    just a quiet forgetting.

    My name unlearned

    like a bad habit.

     

    He said goodbye

    without saying it —

    just stopped replying

    like a sentence

    left hanging mid-air.

     

    But I kept his teacup.

    It’s the only thing he ever warmed

    and didn’t abandon.

    ☕

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