You're gone

There is space        Where you once stood
Your smell            Is now gone
Your clothes          Don't get mixed with mine
I threw out           All your bathroom things
    (In a fit of rage)

But I'm weeping

That is the only word
That could describe
What is happening

What is happening?

It is just The Falling Rain
    (washing away
     what was once me)

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