Rented Room

a filled dark room with a poster and a quote written on it
While changing address, I looked at my old room for the last time,
I didn’t remember exactly when I came here and made it mine,
This room saw me grow,
It witnessed my high and low,
I had spread my world in this few hundred square feet place,
I cleaned it, maintained it, decorated it in refined taste,

It saw me and friends bursting in laughter,
It also looked at me when I was lonely and no one was there,
These walls heard my wishpers;
my late night conversations with the girl I loved,
Then it also stood silently
when my heart was broken and battered,

This was a rented address but it was my home,
It wouldn’t remember me, it would belong to someone else once I am gone,
As I stepped into the cab for my new address,
A thought came to me, which should be said,
Life is nothing but a rented room, you can’t have it forever,
So don’t get too attached to it, in the end, nothing matters…
-N2S
13072015