The Last Time

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Lying on my stomach
on top of my bed,
I look out my closed bedroom window.

The sky shares a beautiful color I have never seen.
White, fluffy clouds like balloons
are gracefully floating in the air.
Not only does the sparkling sun brighten my face,
but it feeds the bright flowers,
hugs the tall oak trees,
and warms the sweating children who play outside all day long.

The brown dog belonging to my neighbor
slurps water out of the park's streaming fountain.
Boys play football on the freshly cropped grass,
and girls sit on the swing set
soaking in the amazing summer day.

I watch with many emotions,
each is an annoying gnat that I can't swat away.
The sadness envelopes me as I remember the last time
you were at my house.
The last time
we ate lunch at the picnic tables.
The last time
we laughed while going down the slides.

This is how it looked outside as I waved to you,
while you drove away down the street,
after you forgot to hug me goodbye.
This is also how it looked outside,

before your car crashed.

Lying on my stomach
on top of my bed,
I look out my closed bedroom window,
and I let the tears stream down my face.





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