A void fills the dorm now.

Chipped paint scarring the walls:

Wounds left behind by memory and decorations.

Silence reigns where laughter echoed,

Bouncing around the room.

A single suitcase lays half-packed in

One of the last dorms.

A single story

Half-finished

Left behind like the room

Wounded by love and memory.

There’s no one left to fill the cavity

Left behind.

The suitcase fills with new seeds

Ready to be sown in new places.

New loves ready to

New memories ready to

Grow.