A shade of cream plastered on the wall, picture frames mounted above my head, holding old memories that consume me.
I'm always remembering one thing or the other when I gaze upon them.
A veil hangs above my bed keeping my thoughts caged in.
And tea cups slowly filling up the empty spaces;
there once were porcelain dolls above that vintage dresser,
but for now there is negative space
and my grandma's old lamp.
