Left Behind.
He says he’s fine, but nights are long, She’s just a name inside a song. He checks his phone, then looks away— Still hopes she might come back someday. He sleeps on one side, talks to none, Pretends he’s healed, but she's not gone. The world moved on, like she once did— But he still lives where love once hid.
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