passing the threshold
I turn and sigh
as a reluctant hand
waves goodbye
farewell to my room
so dainty and pink
plastered with posters
splattered with ink
every scratch is a precious link
farewell to my phone
which accompanied me
as I gossiped and reveled
in reveries
and called up those boys
so nervously
farewell to those days of
running through the sprinklers
playing dress up with all those girls
too much lipstick and fake
chains of pearls
farewell to those hours of sitting
in school
staring at mat whose just so cool
thinking of the last party
at veronica's pool
farewell to those swings at
the park
that tennis match at dark
and late night conversations
after bed time
farewell to crazy nick names
and childhood games
dreams and hopes of glamour
and fame
that sweet innocents that will
never be the same