Gone Without a Trace

I knew you left when your scent no longer filled the room,

I knew you left when my hand touched nothing but the gloom.

I knew you left when my tea lost its warming taste,

I knew you left as your face began to fade in haste.

And when your voice stopped whispering in my ear,

I knew you left – and you were no longer near.

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