He's just left.
She can't bear it to stay much longer
when he is no longer around.
She makes the bed,
empties the ashtrays
tidies up the place,
takes out the trash
at the same time praying for a safe journey back home for him.
She goes out,
leans on the railings.
The first drops of rain
on her face.
''I love you'', she whispers.
''Love you right back'', answers the wind...
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