86b West York Street

86B West York Street A small one bedroom apartment White walls and a textured ceiling A crappy painting hangs on the wall Handmade airplanes hanging as if in flight 86B West York St. wasn't much Cheap rent and no luxuries Yet, to my eyes, it was beautiful There was a little girl who lived next door Waving every morning as she passed She was all smiles and happiness Looking through the window every day She brought the light into the room That apartment sits empty now That little girl has long since grown up Those rooms are no longer as beautiful as they were Its life has been drained away Luckily, the memories are still there