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She walked away without a sound
Just left her shadow on the ground
No curtain call, no sweet goodbye
Just silence hanging in the sky
But something lingered in the air
A whisper soft, a phantom stare
Not love, not pain, but something near
The kind of absence you still hear
And though the room has lost her name
The night remembers just the same
A trace of her perfume remains
Like distant notes from old refrains
It clings to walls, to breath, to skin
The scent of where she once had been
The glass she touched is empty now
But on its edge still rests somehow
A ghost of lips, a warmth, a grace
The silence wearing her embrace
She left no echo I could hold
Yet something quiet won't grow old
A trace of her perfume remains
In every dusk the heart explains
You cannot name what slips away
But you remember, night and day
She's gone
But not completely
Not where it matters
