They were a nerd, says the amount of posters
That lined a section of wall.
A big nerd too says the amount of fandom merch
Filling the dresser; A nerd of many fandoms
says the different posters with many pins
On the walls, creased from use and the many tv shows on a watch next list;
But not a person of rom- coms
Say the lists of horror, lined up on netflix.
A person loved them, says the dresser
Next to the bed, littered with notes from a special someone
And the drawing, hung up besides the bed, of the future.
Money was low, said the blue jar
With small coins sealed in it.
And the heater was broken, says the many blankets piled up on the bed.
A bed too small, says the many childish stickers plastered on by a small hand.
It was cozy, says the smell of incense, freshly burned.
Something happen says the empty room
In the small apartment. Through the open door.
It was messy, says the pile of clothes thrown across the room, over a shoulder.
Hardly worn says the empty drawers.
They left in a hurry, says the bed messily made.
Indecisive says the beanies, thrown on the bed in piles.
Bare wrists says the bracelets littering the floor, where they were knocked over, forgotten
Something had happened, says the alarm, switched off.
