I stand with a lonely body in a room that used hold laughter.
The room held many precious people, all vibrant and colorful.
Here I learned the meaning of human connection.
I can see the echoes of memories, places that used to be taken.
Ghosts live here.
Sometimes I can still hear the laughter, the yelling, the happiness.
For a moment I thought I was at home.
I found my home in people, a group of people who would never leave.
I have grown since that time.
We have all grown since that time.
I stand with a lonely body as fragments of myself were lost in the room and the people who are no longer around.
I will never find those fragments again.
A wave washed them away deep under the ocean.
Ghosts live in this room.
There is a silent mourning.
This place was abandoned along with myself.
The ghosts linger as I stand to leave, never to come back.
They will always remain here.
With a sad smile I lock the door, finally letting go.