Creative writing assignment for Journalism class.

Everywhere I turn,

memories steal and break

my breath from once wide smile's

The t-shirt's white-red paint,

and matching buckles' weight...

my Marvin boxer's green and

the dried roses make me scream.

It's not fair,

the jewlery's all still here,

the picture frames still glare...

but you...

you're nowhere to be found,

and the pain keeps coming in circles...

round, and round.