an intrusive neighbor. I miss her; when she left she took everything with her. She only left a chalk outline. Who knew, love could be drawn, in white. Sadness creeps in like an intrusive neighbour when a loved one leaves. Sadness creeps in like the smell that lurks but doesn’t belong to you. Sadness creeps in like cold after getting drenched in rain. #Collab and share how #sadnesscreepsin like. #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba