TORN POLAROID

 

Wind slowly breathes on the soft white laced curtains.

They are lulled to the empty air of the empty room.

I can see my shadow on your bedside table.

Once there were posters, polaroids and some nail polishes.

 

I was wearing pink glitters on my eyes,

You were putting on barbie pink dress.

Your sister was watching us from your silver mirror,

Dreaming about a girls life, far and foreign.

 

Sitting in this empty room by my own,

I can still hear the screams coming from living room.

My favorite was horror but I did not ask yours.

Would you forgive me?  We should go back in time for lost hours.

 

Dumplings, popcorns and your strawberry birthday cake I can smell.

My memory tricks me in your empty room.

You will not be here and I will not be there.

I am leaving your garden for eternity from the door you welcomed me the most.