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A dark mark spreads across the wood

Where your hand had rested

I wipe around the edges once

Then leave it where it is

Your chair is pushed back from the table

The room is almost still

Only the clock above the doorway

And the pulse beneath my skin

You didn't raise your voice

You didn't have to

One quiet answer changed the room

Before the morning knew

Half spilled ink across the table

Half a sentence left unread

Some things don't need finishing

To stay inside your head

Your cup is cooling by the window

The stain is drying where it fell

Nothing here is asking me

To make the ending something else

I carry both cups to the sink

Then stop before I rinse yours

A little heat is in the handle

Though the room has turned cold

Outside, the first bus takes the corner

Someone lifts a metal gate

I stand there listening to the city

Start another ordinary day

There was nothing left to argue

Nothing I could change

Your answer keeps returning

In the quiet after your name

Half spilled ink across the table

Half a sentence left unread

Some things don't need finishing

To stay inside your head

Your cup is cooling by the window

The stain is drying where it fell

Nothing here is asking me

To make the ending something else

The stain will dry before I leave

I know that much is true

I touch the place your fingers were

Then pull my hand away

No grand goodbye behind me

No reason to pretend

Just morning on the floorboards

Where something reached its end

Half spilled ink across the table

Half a sentence left unread

I don't need to finish it

To know what wasn't said

Your cup is cold beside the window

The mark is still there on the wood

I leave it where it landed

And take the ache with me