twenty-two
today i entered a room,
it was a comfortable room.
it was a familiar room.
it had the same tables that i used to write poems on
it had the same chairs
the pen was in the same place i left it in.
my old room.
it still smelled like tea and musky guy's perfume
it smelled like floral soap and newly ironed towels.
the bed where i cried so much in was still there.
nothing changed.
i laughed so loudly-
i heard an echo
i thought i lost
years ago.
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