I am the white spaces on the keyboard in the stuffy upstairs bedroom,
When the voices surrounded you and the only escape was the sound.
I am the elementary school playground you walk past-
only when you wish to reminisce.
I am the secrets you've locked inside me with promises of mutual discretion.
According to you, I am too familiar to hold on to.
At least that is who I was.
Now I am the voice that yells to beg for your attention.
The reliable suitcase to pull stories from but never to utilize.
I am the memory of closeness-
Chinese food on living room floors.
So don't you dare blame me when I hook the last of my soul into yours,
Trying to find the same sympathies I gave to you.
Don't you dare blame me,
when I am angry for the inconvenience of my feelings upon your ears.
Don't tell me I am the problem when the resolution
Is your Empathy.
Can you guess who I am yet?
I was the other half of a solemn song that used to know your movements
I was the ears that delighted your grief in solitude.
Now I am the pencil marked height chart of your childhood
-And you got too tall
The question is did I stop growing or did you?
