Underground Heaven

The walls-

Resemble a box of crayons

The floor-

Hideous orange shag

The furniture-

Fading couch pressed against the amethyst wall

The yellow Squirt director’s chair is slouching before

The worn wood of the desk

And the simple computer screen

TV from the eighties

Only five buttons, resolution decaying more and more with every use

Surrounded by the dented entertainment system

Videogames, systems, cords

Relax on the floor

Waiting to be played

Those traits, they’re not what make the room special

No, the magic of the room

Is the writing on the walls

From marshmallow Peeps (written in cerulean)

To her beautiful name, scrawled across the ceiling in jade

Black Eyed Peas, scribbled in yellow and frogs

Painted in black

“Ham-ham lover on the loose” written above the couch

Partly hidden by the poster of Jack Sparrow

“Ralph, Sugar, Maggie, and Maya send their love”

Right beside my computer, always visible

Complete handprints in mixed colors smear the walls,

A neon green sign

“Exit”

Occupies the space above the door

Everyone who adds their mark, their memories forever

Adorning those walls

They sign that small space by the door

So that years from tonight

We will walk in, see their memories, and remember those times

No matter what has happened between us

It will forever remind us of the good times, the bad banished from those walls

It’s not the furniture that makes a room

A haven.

It’s the memories.