A void. 
It creeps in again and again. 
It’s already there, but nothing can fill it. 
I don’t even know what that void is. 

My college days are over. 
I wish that routine never ended. 
You left me numb. 

I know I’ll find friends again, 
But these—even the ones
I barely knew—are etched in my heart. 

I can feel the silence. 
I can feel the wind, churned by the fan. 
This numbness makes it hard to type. 
I am home but with the void. 

Your words are like arrows from a bow, 
Piercing straight through my heart, 
Dragging up memories without a sound
Enough to turn an adult into a toddler.  

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