Can I Say Goodbye?

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I am the room everyone thinks of last

The one no one ever wants to go in

I am the darkness at the bottom of a flight of stairs;

The sun never reaches here,

Only light from bulbs that go without being replaced once they burn out

I am years of memories and books
all covered in dust or hidden away in boxes and bins;

You give me the things that you don't want to throw away but will ultimately end up forgetting about

because I, too, am easily forgotten

I am only needed when you need me;

I am constantly making space for you to occupy

While everything is constantly being taken away from me

And though I seem to be so full, I just feel empty

I am not the room you want to make a home out of