STUCK IN TIME | Ayanna Bascom

All I can do is 

s t a r e 

The clock says its 12:14 (your birthday) 

The calendar says its May 

The scent from your my signature perfume lingers round the room

It’s vanilla, sugary, fruity smell always brung me comfort

But right now, its suffocating 

I find myself in a staring contest  

with a honey blonde, orange haired lion plush 

It Sits on top of my bookshelf staring back at me 

It’s there as a constant reminder 

of the past I want to remember forget 

As time goes on it kinda starts to look like you 

With your honey blonde hair and your innocent stare. 

I l o s t 

I can’t escape you (not that I want to anyways)

The calendar hasn’t been changed since you left 

(its not really May) 

The perfume was yours and not mine  

(I use it so much it might as well be) 

And I wish everything of yours was thrown away 

(but I keep them anyway) 

I w i s h 

And I wish  

And I could wish all that I want for you to come back

But you would still be gone  

And I would still be stuck in this room 

searching for every little part of you 

In everything I do

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Ayanna Bascom is a Sophomore Psychology Major at UAlbany. This is her first time having one of her works published. She loves doing anything that allows her to be creative. Whether that is writing, dancing, or making content. She loves to put her heart and soul into everything she does.