My last night here
In my friend's apartment.
My last night here
In my apartment.
All the brick
All the high ceilings
All the memories
Gone
Locked behind the door
To which I no longer
Hold a key
Hidden under a stranger's
Posters
His/her taste unknown.
~Shana C. Sloan
About Me
- Hear I Go
- I am a stay-at-home of a wonderful boy who is now becoming a man. Oh the ultimate joy and pain of that! I feel very blessed every day.
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