Brialee Turner

Once you were
The first person that
I came to with my
Life,

And I cried on the floor of your room.

And now … I have been

Re place d.

The location,
And the neighborhood was good
And I miss the laughter,
And the plastic dinner plates with
Chicken and orange sauce
And our silverware
And napkins that were not
Folded but they were
Perfect.

Our decorations had great taste !!

We don’t whisper secrets
Over dinner or textbooks
Anymore and I wonder,

If my friendship has been

Mis place d?

I didn’t forget to take
Out the trash or
To make my bed,
So why did you move?

What did I miss ?

I can’t always read the expressions
Behind the gossip or the
Smile of your face.

I’m sorry that I dried your favorite
Sweater and that I started
To get too busy to
Always be home.

I want to talk about it
But I don’t think …

That anyone is home anymore.