Sunlight through the faded blinds
Falls upon the unmade bed
ceiling fan, thick with dust
murmurs soft above my head
Cluttered walls are scrapbooks
Of last year's memories
Prom and choir, summer camp
Half-forgotten ecstasies
Journal smells like Charlie White
Its cover smooth and red
My penciled words all faded
On its pages, soft with lead
Music through the stereo
Gray upon the desk
Lonesome music hauntingly
Waking me from rest