Leaving

My room seems empty
Without me
Inside it
Objects lie haphazardly
Across the floor
This and there
The walls are white
The windows clear
No memory of mine
Has passed here
It feels
As if I never was
Even when I am
Somehow I wonder
How it would feel
To leave – will the walls
Remember me?
Will my books recall
The hours I spent?
Will my desk reminisce
The words I meant?
Will my mirror
Remember
My awkward gaze?
What did it reflect?
Somehow I'm scared
That my room will remember
But I will
Forget