Empty

The room echoes your odor
a mix of cinnamon and clove.
Ruffled linen paints your figure
with a face crumpled on the Mac.
Faded carpet on the stair
tells the stomp of your strong steps.
Used Earl Grey , hangs on the rim of a cup
blows a sweet kiss of yours.
The door makes no noise
utters an empty scene of you.
Till next  Summer break
days at home will lack of your energy.

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