Letting Go

Rooafza and coffee and Noddy's hair on my tution bag
A chewed up ball in the corner, along with a tattered rag
The sweet fragrance of lavender talc and green apple candy cable
Ink stains and paper wads and piles of text books on the table
But under the bed a higher pile of Pratchetts and Ashwins and Gaams
Behind closed doors silent hysteria over a certain 'bellish' arm
Dreams of moonlit nights and a 'duty bound' bishounen
The Simoquin Prophesies manga finished at half past ten
Secrets in the dead of night, shared joy, confusion, pain
Poems exchanged in remembrance till we meet again
Promises to stick through thick and thin; through the smooth, and the rough
On the bed a tear stained pillow by virtue of 'Good Enough'
A broken heart, all cried out, a lost and wandering soul
A wound so deep it never will heal, an insatiable black hole
Letting go of the past, of things that have been long gone
Of memories, both sad and sweet, let go now and move on.