Ghosts of Memories

As we entered the house,
My mother, me, and the piano tuner,
I was struck with Ghosts of Memories.
They overwhelmed my mind.

All the furniture was gone.
Dust covered the cabinets and staircase railings.
The only piece of furniture was the baby grand piano.
Katie's mother Linda had offered it to us for $300 dollars.
I've been playing piano for 8 years, and Linda knows that.
So does Katie.
I began wandering around
While my mom and the piano tuner discussed
How much it would be to get the piano fixed and in playing shape.
I pictured everything the same way it was before the move.
Katie's furniture...everything was in it's place...in my imagination.
I placed my hands along the walls,
Getting the feel of the house again.
It all smelled the same.
I went upstairs.
As I climbed the staircase a smile spreads across my face,
Even though my heart is hurting.
"She's in North Carolina, and I'm in Texas" I remind myself.
It's still unreal to me, even though it's been several years.
I enter her room.
Everything on the second floor is gone, just like downstairs.
I take in the sight.
I see everything the way it used to be.
The bed, the American Girl Dolls lining the right wall.
Her dresser on the left.
I see us on the bed...just hanging out.
All of a sudden I hear voices...Girls voices.
OUR voices.
Just talking...I can't make everything out,
But I'd hear talking then laughter.
OUR laughter.
My heart races and I catch my breath, trying to hear them again.
It doesn't work that way.
I continue walking around upstairs.
I hear our voices again,
But I don't listen.
I just hear them.
My eyes burn.
My heart hurts.
Yet there's a warm feeling inside me...
A happy feeling.
I didn't recognize it
Because I've been sad for so long,
But I embraced that feeling.
I let it course through my body.
I felt alive again.
My mother called my name.
Time to go home.
It would be a few thousand dollars to fix the piano.
By that point, I didn't care.
I was just happy to be in my Best Friends house again.
We walk back to my house.
It's so hard to look at her house everyday.
I always see her house everyday.
I picture her and I.
If I look out my window, or go outside, or walk home from school,
I see her house.
I see us talking and laughing.
I feel happy again.
But still yet so sad.
There is an empty feeling inside me.
A hole in my heart.
A feeling of longing for her to come back.
Ghosts of Memories fill my mind once again.

** This is dedicated to my best friend Katie who, obviously, moved. I love her and miss her so very much. We still talk, but I miss seeing her. She means so very much to me.
I love and miss her so very much. **