Certain Places Poem by Yohan Confectioner

There were certain places
that didn't have names
didn't have meaning
until we walked through them
small ordinary places
that lit up
when we passed by

A bench at a college
nooked in a corner
a room with four walls
a bed, a window
and it's warm glow
shining in light of every new day
a stairwell that held our laughter
our shenanigans
they were places we built
with or without walls
that breathed just us
it wasn't grand
it was just stone, wood
but it was just us

I thought the rooms
would stay empty
till the dust setlled
the dust that held particles of
just us
I thought the places
would tuck themselves away
and fold itself into the past

But then you took
someone else there
with no story
between those walls
not someone
just a shadow, a presence
that didn't fit

So the doors swing differently now
the air has shifted
the light of dusk
parting through the dust

I watch from outside
as the old rooms
grow new ceilings
and that they will never
quite echo the same.