I’ll never crawl into a fort,

Without thinking of you

Boxes overflowing with memories

Shoved in a corner

Sit in a vacant living room

Bland walls with no picture frames

Tucked away 

As if the home itself knew

You’d be gone 

Crawling in,

Steaming pizza rolls greet my nose

Sitting on a large white dinner plate

A symbol of your passion,

Pathway to a future career

That now sits in the shadows 

A dark laptop brightens the tight space

With YouTube’s white home page

Gleaming like the sparkle in your cocoa eyes once did

Timer ticks down to

12:21pm 

Awaiting the abrupt ringtone, 

The very ringtone that delivered the news 

Rough carpet scratches my skin,

Yet not as rough as your thick burgundy socks

Smacking my face “accidentally”

As you crawl in

Nearly knocking over the soft pillows, fuzzy blankets

Strategically placed on one another

I’m greeted with your thin mustache,

Curled around your grin from ear to ear

Restricted space fills with giggles

Snickers that echo in my head

As if we’re back in the fort

A chuckle I hope will never slip my mind, 

Considering I’m unable to hear it once more

From the rough patchy grass beneath my knees

Separating us forever 

I’m left staring at the sky,

Wondering why

Wishing you would come back,

As if the sky was a draped blue blanket above our heads

Instead, a blue forever is promised ahead