room

the room grew silent

not like it wasnt quiet

not like it wasnt noisy

not like it was cold

not like it was warm

before your entrance

upon ur departure

the room sure had felt more warmth before

sure had been noiser

sure had felt more like a home before

sure had been more completed

times spent

times spent together

all to be part of my memory book of yours

chucked in the memory bookshelf of mine

standing out from the other memory books

for yours

is the newest

yet the brightest

filled with post-its sticking out of the pages

filled with highlighted passages

of this book

of this memory

where is the one i seeked

had seeked

seeked

came

and gone

when will you come back

and warm this cold looking room of mine