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In Full Measure

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.