yesterday
memories falling off my wall
card board enclosing my life
the smell of gasoline and tears
they are my own and yours;the floors sit so empty today
where the clothes used to be
I can almost see how it was
my pillows stained with tears;among that emptiness I felt
so many things adorn my walls
I can still see them if I try real hard
feelings of regret cloud that attempt;I remember the dark, and the loneliness
I can still feel you next to me at night
I remember so many things were here
I can still see our pictures on my desk;sitting up so many nights wishing so much
waiting for someone to call and take me away
I could wait here forever for all of you to come
and take me back to these days of happiness...

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Mayan, in the year 245 AF.