It's been hours since I last heard your footsteps

It was lukewarm and empty

Everything about your speed felt distant and foreign

I was captivated by your puzzling words

I heard you loud and clear after the door closed leaving me behind.

I went out right after you.

I sudden rain shower has already washed away any traces of you on the pathway.

How else could I now find you again?

I was lead instead into a flower shop

I went in and bought myself some forget-me-nots.

Why does your absence feel so good?