The door closes behind you and I turn away
My cold and empty hands remind me of you.
The wind howls through the trees
and the empty pillows beside me reminds me of you.
Footsteps echo lonely on the street
and the floor creaks as the house shifts
I turn to find you missing.
Everything and everyone reminds me of you.
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