86B West York Street

Written by: R. e. taylor

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