The moon shone on the room,
The room we’d shared.
Our memories replaying inside,
As if time had stopped within.
I stay there when I want to feel you,
Because time hasn’t been good to us.
Seeing you in our room,
When you’re not there.
Your smile and your voice,
It’s as if you’re with me.
But when I leave the room,
I’m faced with reality.
The reality that you’re no longer here,
I’ll never come to terms with it.
But if i do…
Perhaps the room will stay the same.
Housing our memories,
Keeping them safe.
Notes: This is my favourite out of all the pieces I've ever written, so I wanted to post it on my birthday. I'm 18 now. I wrote this piece when I was 14, very close to being 15—oh how time passes us by.
I didn't at the time-this piece was written from a flicker of inspiration over a poem we read in my
GCSE English literature class about a room, I think some aspect of it was romantic/ longing.
This was my take on that poem, this is how l imagined that room—however, I feel so much more connected to this poem now that I'm facing university. I feel like I'm leaving all of my childhood memories behind. Like I'm leaving her behind in that room.
As I grow older I become more and more nostalgic. I was never good with loss and it feels like I don't ever want anything to change, well just the small things. I hope things remain unchanged, but more than that, I hope happiness finds me—so much that I struggle to breathe—and those that I love find happiness. I hope that I can be like that to those that I love.
I thought for a bit over whether I should think of a title for this piece, I never made a title for any of my poetry from 2022/23, but I think there's beauty in complete incompletion, and so I think I'll leave it empty.