Your Mermories Are Filled In My Room Poem by Sneha Celine

The feeling what I feel being in my room is so absurd.
I get reminded of you when I see my cupboard
The walls keep calling out your name.
I begin to miss you and I feel so lame.
My fan reminds me of those times with you
Thinking of which sometimes I smile or give a sign too.
When I lie on my bed and look beside
You appear there and slowly you hide
My bed seems empty without you,
It really feels bad; to express it; it seeks too.
My pillows remind me of the complete you
Sometimes I hug it or cry on it too.
My blanket reminds me of a cold weather,
And sitting inside the blanket are you and me together.
The chimes remind me of your voice
Which I can easily recognize ever in a crowd noise.
When I see the chair
I feel as if you are there.
When I sit on it, I feel as if I am on your lap
Just laying on you and having a nap.
When I came back to my senses and see you no where,
And to realize that it was just a feel; and you really aren't there.
My calendar reminds me of today's sorrows.
I always wonder if I will have to face the same tomorrow.
My clock reminds me of all the time I've been with you.
All the smile and tears too.
My table reminds me of days spent in our high school together,
Those days were the most joyous and will return never.
When into the mirror I see my reflection
I see you stand behind me; checking our perfection.
When I turn back and look
I can only see my hanger hook
When I look at the painted picture on my wall
A picture of the avenue during Autumn fail
I wish I'd take a walk with you.
Holding your hand and talking about life of us two.
When I stand by my window to see the rain
I feel that the cloud misses you like I do and cries with pain.
The light in my room reminds me of your eyes
Which seems so innocent and wise.
The white ceiling reminds me of your smile.
Thinking of which I get a smile for a while.
When I feel the air
It seems as though you touch me with care.
When I see the curtains sway
I remember you hair moving like a wave.
The whole of my room seems to remind me of you.
This may be just because my love for you is true.