But I think I'll let you have this
When you told me you were leaving
I had already packed my bags
Empty now, that shared space
No guilt or hurt
Regret or hope
I picture a stranger
Walking through that space
Finding signs of life
An unwashed mug in the sink
Leftovers in the fridge
The bed isn't made
The bathroom light is on
But my stuff is gone
So is yours
The stranger will always wonder
If we left together
But if not,
Who left first
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