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Our Couch
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

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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.