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