Exactly the same in every room
From wine stained carpet spot
To the direction of throw pillows
Until you reach the back room.
Instead of Scotch-taped band posters
An elliptical. No longer decorated
With dirty clothes, a freshly made
Bed with freshly washed sheets
And maybe a seashell or two
On the window pane from trips
You weren’t invited to join in.
The boom box may still sit
on the dresser, but it’s dusted.
And the stickers framing the mirror
No longer form like a halo
around your reflection there.
The curtains are open to let in
Sunlight, but they used to stay closed
So you could mope and sigh.
It’s quiet, and there’s no angry
Emotional music playing loud,
So suddenly you miss you.
Written for this week’s music challenge to the PHOX cover of “Miss You” by Blink 182. Clearly the adolescent feelings have hit me hard this week. You can read the story by Trebez inspired by the song here. Hope you enjoy it.