I walk around
The air as still as can be
Shivers run up and down my spine
The room is like a blank canvas
The only color is the yellow tiles
And the fading white walls


The chair creaks as I sit
The sound bouncing from the walls
My shoulders lean forward
And my eyes close to imagine
This room from when I was a child


The memories start spilling,
They make my heart ache,
My throat close,
And my chest burn.


The floor underneath croaks with each step
And the doors have started slamming with the lightest breeze
The windows can’t hold themselves up anymore
And I realize
The room I grew up in
The room with all my greatest moments
Has become a place that’s no longer recognizable
Only the aroma brings back
A trace of childhood
That’s left in this broken place
I once called home