Going through a breakup while living alone hits in a very unique way, like damn okay there goes the only person who would come over regularly

rooms you once lived in will shelter others, your old lovers will find new lovers, you'll forget the eye color of your first kiss, your favorite tree will fall, you'll lose the embouchure you had at 13 to play French Horn, but John Coltrane's "A Love Supreme" (1965) is forever