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I do not know the name of the place you went to But your absence lingers everywhere Like the stove’s smoke in the boiling soup pot Your heart was warm, as when you stretched out your arms each time you saw me. Now that warmth has become a memory within me, It blends into the chilly evenings. As if you still peer through the crack of the door, As if about to call my name, silently A half-finished tea on the corner of the table, Cools slowly like unfinished sentences. When you left, the house grew