Let me somehow show a similar reflection:
Odd for a bright day. The stranger who now owns her drawer answers the phone. She becomes a gesticulating fool for a deaf man.
Yes, those shelves will be emptied soon, perhaps in his absence or while they both watch.
Yes, the scent of that distant past will waft into the air, eventually.
Yes, the strands of her hair will no longer call the carpet "home."
Yes, her laughter will turn into a long-forgotten sound.
And one bright day, oddly enough, he'll find his heart breaking. (too)
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