So I can't hold much of the pen these days but this piece has forever been my favorite from the internet. I had collected it from ttt official, shared it too, somewhere, if I remember, and I so wish I had penned this earlier than the person who did.

Nevertheless, sharing it with my wattpad buddies, re-reading it made me feel, I should. It's painful and beautiful. Probably everything that's painful, is beautiful, and everything that doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.

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THINGS YOU LEFT BEHIND - Kavya Lakhani (@kavyalakhani916)
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You walk out with your suitcase at 9 am in the morning. (That bag might as well be empty, you have left so much of your baggage behind). At 11 am, I wake up.
You have left behind the box of cereal you like.
Yes, it is all you.
I don't eat that cereal.
At 11:30 am, I notice that the bathroom still smells like you.

At 12 pm, I call my mother.
I call her to my city.
At 12:30 pm, I realize how empty a city can be even if it is just one person who has left.
At 1 pm, I look at the magazine you left on the sofa, upturned, unread.
At 1:15 pm, I pick up the receiver, almost call you and tell you that I am hurting pretty bad, that I can't find my way through my own apartment.

At 1:16 pm, I put the receiver down.
At 3 pm, I find the pen you left behind, between my sofa covers.
I decide to put a label on that pen, LONELINESS.

I use it to write my poems now.
Don't ask me what I did from 1:16 pm to 3 pm,
let's just say I took a good look at the things you left behind.
The magazine, the smell, the cereal, the pen.
I looked at them until I couldn't look at them anymore.
And decided that if poems are all I have, I am going to hold them tight.
Tighter than I ever held you.