Memories by Kayle

Those memories still play in the back of my mind. As if they’re a movie, stuck on replay. The only problem, this is a movie I simply don’t want to see any longer. It’s been two months; that’s still not long enough to pry me out of this sterile room. The bed that’s stiff, a gown that doesn’t cover enough, and the constant beeping of the surrounding machines is more comforting than my room; filled with his old sports hoodies, and t-shirts from the late nights we spent together. My room was the essence of him, the center for us. He promised me forever, and yet here I lay without him by my side


Posted on April 22, 2017, in Student Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Ooh, I love this!

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