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I sit and I feel your things
I feel so empty inside
And profusely alone
As I wander within this house
That feels so hollow and demised
I see your things scattered
Upon these huge basement racks
Your yellow rubber duck
Your sippy cup that you once adored
Your clothes that filled with your life
Are packed into these boxes so white
They are screaming from within
Begging for you to return, as if
A box filled with your games
You shed your tears for them, insane
Are all scattered upon this dusty floor
No one to play with them any more
As I walk from room to room
Aimlessly and so forlorn
I pick up your PS 2
That once you forced me to install
“It is all hooked up, My little darling!
Both sides are on and ready to play”
I can still hear you sob
“Daddy, I want to use it first”
Oh! My little sweetness
They are all waiting for you now
What would I do with your things?
They are all asking for your screams
This house bites me hard
Peaceful and so still
Without you running around
Without your blissful bouts of cry
I remember you playing in bed
I remember getting mad in my head
Yet, no one is left to wake me up
I crave your aimless spells of pry
I miss being really annoyed
NICK KLER
