I have been in 4 rooms so far in life
A box of crayons and paper, scattered throughout this room
A hackey sack sitting at the corner
The drapes, tattered with age
An exercise bike only in slight disrepair
And the smell of baked cookies covers the walls
The memories that must have gone through this room
Hundreds of them
Happy, Sad, Sun, and Rain.
I have to part with all of it now
I have to traverse into a new room
Why must we depart
Why is change neccesary yet painful
This room meant so much to me
In that it is a part of the makeup of my soul
It seemed like it was only yesterday that I walked in and sat down,
Laid on the couch and shared a warm dinner that same night
I’m closing the door now
But before I go
I have to be sure to leave a note
For whoever comes in the room next
“Keep things the same
Please don’t change them
Because I may be back in the future”
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