Poetry: Gone

ANIA ALBERSKI

They played on that couch.

They sat there when they watched television,

Every Saturday morning.

They played with blocks on this glass table.

They ran outside to climb trees through this door.

They sang songs from school right here.

Right here.

And now they’re gone.

They’ve disappeared,

And no one knows when they’re

Coming back.

They ate breakfast here on the stool.

They roasted marshmallows by the fireplace.

They helped clean this floor.

They helped decorate the Christmas tree right here.

Right here.

And now they’re gone.

Broken memories that may never

Come back.

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