I am here
In my room now
Pictures of us
Scattered about the pastel yellow walls
All of our memories
It is like a dream.
My bed is still sloppily made
The dark blue sheets crumpled
Stuck around the corners haphazardly
The pillows still lopsided
And on them
The slightest indention
Where my head once laid.
My rainbow fairy lights
Are still strung up the walls
Bringing me memories
Of all the nights
We spent cuddling
Gazing at them and
Talking in soft whispers
About plans for the future
That will never happen now.
Papers are still
Scattered across my desk
Poems I have written over the years.
Some about you
Some about me
Some about everything.
Maybe someday I hope
You will be able to
Come in my room
Without shedding a tear
And read yours with a smile.
In my bathroom
The daisy printed curtain
Is still half open
My little pink razor left in its place
Missing its clear cap.
The soap bar is still
A half used lump
The shampoo bottlr still half empty.
Nothing has been touched
Like I never left
Like the accident never happened
Like I'm not stuck here
Like mom will walk in any moment
To tell me dinner is ready
Or you are here
Waiting downstairs.
Too bad it is only a dream.
