He said, "I'm here for you,"
His voice warm and sure.
But now, though he’s near,
He feels so far away,
Like a whisper lost in the wind.
Once, his presence filled the room,
A comfort she could hold.
Now, it’s a shadow,
A memory fading in the dark.
She reaches for him,
But grasps only emptiness,
Feeling his absence
More than his touch.
He’s there, but not really,
A ghost of the man he used to be.
And she stands alone,
In the space he left behind.
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