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Our Couch

May 28, 2019
By gabriellakrystia BRONZE, Tecumseh, Ontario
gabriellakrystia BRONZE, Tecumseh, Ontario
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I remember spending days on that couch with you 

Sometimes watching movies, playing games, or doing homework 

We lived on that uncomfortable, ugly green couch

The one with the big rip in the back right hand corner 

Honestly I don't think mom ever knew about it

It would become our go to place to build forts at four

Or our wrestling ring and pirate ship at six 

At eight we held top secret no parents allowed meetings 

By ten and eleven we would watch mivies and compete in video games

This couch would become home to anyone who found themselves with the flu

Or to the many friends who would come seeking a place to stay

Home to family who needed comforting in hard times 

Or anyone who hoped to relax and take a breather 

I spent so many days on that couch with you

Movies, games, forts, homework, and sick days 

We had so many memories on that ugly green couch together 

I say had because 

I'm sitting here alone, all alone

On the modern new couch

It's not uncomfortable, its not ugly, theres no rip in the right back corner 

But theres also no you

I'm facing this alone from now on

I'm not used to this, I don't want to get used to it

But I'm still sitting here on this new red couch 

All Alone 


The author's comments:

This poem was written while reminiscing all the fond memories with my brother from our childhood. He has passed away and the couch focuses as symbolic throughout the poem as well. 


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