A forgotten room

A forgotten room

Oh how I miss their presence now and then,
now a storage for covered furniture
Replaying the memories over again,
waiting for the day to become richer.

Wishing for another soul to enter,
continuously keeping my hopes up
If only the moments were longer,
thinking it now, my throat grows a lump.

Wanting to be refreshed into more,
tired of holding onto the wallpaper
If I had known they would leave me before,
I would have retired sooner to nature.

I feel as if I stand in eternal doom,
may I always be a forgotten room.