I look around my empty room
The walls seems so white and bare
With no trace, no sign, no hint, no clue,
That I was ever there.

As if I were just a shadow
And now the sun's gone down
The room seems smaller now somehow
I take one last look around.

All my bags are packed and ready
I stand quietly at the door
When I return this
Won't be my room anymore

Another student will stay here
Some one else will sit on my desk
My cupboard filled with another's clothes
The though is just grotesque.

I try to swallow the lump in my throat
This room was completely mine
Before this, I had always shared
This room is one of a kind

With a heavy heart,  I say goodbye
To the room in which I survived
My first year of college.
I say farewell with pride

Room 135, Jack Martin 4
You'll always be special to me
My first room as an adult
You'll live strong in my memory