An accidental poem i think

I would give anything for just one day get to lie on the floor and look out my window to see the sunshine

To run around my backyard and go on the swings one last time

To hide away in my secret closet where I used to read all my stories to just simply lay the cold floor my cheek pressed against the comforting stained wood

To smell the lingering smell of vanilla or to touch the walls I accidentally got sharpie on when I was eight

To sit with my head against the edge of my bed writing in the light shining through the window

To look out and see my tree and my friendly neighbors once more

My special wall of posters

Waking up and being happy to start the day again

I just want back what was mine

I know where all the floors creek and the nails stick out and where there's a bump in the wall and how it got there

The missing screws the broken lights the rough patches on the wood that need refinishing and polish

Where there are cracks in the marble and the little areas underneath the radiator perfect size to warm my toes

The stain glass windows

My cute little yard

The front step

The mailbox

The perfect amount of space between the sidewalk blocks and the distance between my house and the end of each side of the block that I know by heart

I want to go HOME

There was my closet but I had this little areas I would sit like a pretzel and read where no one would come and find me

I loved it there so much

I loved the chipping paint and the dusty floor and finding things is forgot I owned

It was all so amazing and I didn't know at the time