as I choose to see it

The wallpapers turn stale
The texture had devoured your fragrance…

The books grow soggy
The pages had felt your breath…

The windows scream
The panes had seen you leaving…

as I live by what you had said
as I forget what I had been
as I choose to see it
as I stay put
as I exist.

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