Look at all of the things left in our old room.

Shook up emotions brings out a dust broom.

Furniture which holds all of possessions we knew.

A bed that’s big enough made for two, which lays only one now because we were threw.

Do you remember the things we used to do?

Keeping each other company as we laughed like fools.

So many memories in between four painted walls, on top of this floor, and behind that closed door.

Not a day goes by where I don’t wish that we had more.

Here is the teddy bear I won you at the fair.

The flowers now dead but when I got them for you, took such great care.

The comb that we used to style our hair.

All of the things that we once shared.

Now just memories of the times when we were here.