the space you left“i don’t miss you like a fire misses flame— i miss you like silence misses sound. not in the burning, but in the echo, in the stillness that came after you left.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsordinary tuesdaynothing happened today. that's the whole entry.the weight of stayingi don't leave rooms anymore. i just get quieter in themuntitlednobody warns you that silence has a texture.