You never realized she was gone
Until she took away everything that was hers
Till then, her clothes were her, her bed was her, her books were her...
All alone in a half empty room
The faint echo serving to remind
That the only voice around is your own
An ode to my roomie (what did you think ;)
Sunday, November 28, 2004
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