Ever since you came along
I have forgotten what it’s like to sleep alone in bed,
To have no one to share corny jokes and cheesy pick up lines with
Or to love unconditionally and endlessly.
I can’t recall how I used to
Spend all day and all night alone
Rolled over in bed with nothing but my thoughts
This emptiness now scares me.
It’s been a month since I last saw you
But your cute tank tops still lie scattered across the floor,
The teddy that used to be your favorite cuddle buddy
Now lies abandoned in your closet.
My sweatshirt that was too big for you
Still holds your sweet cherry-like odor.
Every time I look at the lonely couch
I imagine you in your PJ’s chuckling as you watch your favorite shows.
I find pieces of you in everything I hold,
But it’s time to chuck it all into cardboard boxes,
Boxes tagged ‘Bad memories: Do Not Open.’
I wonder if you’ll ever come back for these
Or if these are just memories you have already forgotten.
Disha Ahluwalia is a high school student who enjoys wearing black, good puns, art, and literature. Her heart has a wild case of wanderlust, and she wants to travel all seven continents and take pictures of the sunrise. When she’s not busy procrastinating over cat videos or overrated TV shows, she can be found in the nook of her room spilling out ink. She writes to make sense out of things. More of her work can be found here: concealednotes.tumblr.com.