Your side of the bed is empty. No one sleeps in there. I dump my stuff there To make it seem full. No one sits on armrest of the chair as you did. Some random papers Make it seem full. Your cups are not used, A thin film of dust says it all. I fill my cup as you did To make it seem full. But I often wear your slippers Worn,thin,dark pink ones. Waiting for you to come back To make my life full of you. P.S. : I guess I wrote a trilogy - Empty,Half, In Full Measure - over a period of three to four months. Unintentionally of course.