Dear Papa,
When we left, I woke up to a sky full of stars and a
porch full of roses, peachy in the yellow glow of
a lamp on the wall, and I
never breathed air so thin and sweet,
crisp on my cheeks, and our
house,
our street, kissed me goodnight,
good morning,
goodbye.
I left behind nothing, nothing,
everything.
Clean space, clean slate,
empty white walls,
like the ones I found here.
I'm filling them up,
photographs smile and
a calendar hangs.
In the darkness, eyes closed, I see only those stars,
and smell only those roses.
Love,
yr daughter
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