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
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