The Bedroom
The stillness does consume.
The echoes from the past,
The memories that last.
The tick-tock of the clock,
The sound of a distant rock.
The laughter of a child,
The life outside, so free, so wild.
The many thoughts that come and go,
The sadness I have yet to know,
The friends and dear ones that I miss.
The boyfriends and the stolen kiss.
The loneliness and the time,
The reflection that is mine.
