My bedroom should be full of memories.
My old bedroom most certainly was.
There was an antique alarm clock from my grandma.
Glass coke bottles lining the window.
A homemade poster that said, "I love Laura Osnes."
Pictures of friends and family members.
When I fell asleep I would see stars that glowed on my ceiling
In a constellation that spelled out my name.
My old bedroom was full of memories.
My new bedroom is not.
The alarm clock doesn't match the curtains
So I put it away.
The glass coke bottles collected dust
So those flew in the trash.
My homemade poster in the recycling
And my pictures are in boxes.
The stars didn't make it in the moving truck
So no constellations when I sleep.
My bedroom is pretty and comfortable
But it doesn't have memories.