According to your request, I wrote a mock poem.
She left without saying a word, only her eyes were blurred by nostalgia.
She left, not the luggage, but all the memories.
She's gone, no direction, no journey, and I don't know where.
She left, looking back shocked my heart, and the fluctuation of her mouth caused ripples, and her back made me sigh in the past.
Everyone has a back, everyone has lips and everyone has a back.
She left, leaving herself alone.
I hope I can help you and adopt it. Thank you.