Ripley
It’s quiet here
Now that you’re gone
The floors don’t speak softly
Missing your steps
The wind blows
without sound
But stings
All the same
I turn my head
To try and find you
Then it comes
You are gone
I visit your place
In which you won’t move again
The ground is tough
But smoothens my limbs
Without you
The rage boils
within
Home for the anger
Has no place to go
Homeless
I will keep living
So you will stay
If only
In my mind
If only
In the quiet
Of this place
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