Midnight Secrets

The soft glow of the stars
collides
with the harsh, white glare of the laptop.

Luminous paint drips down the walls and splats onto the floor.
Stains
that will stay, forever.

Library books lie
scattered
among the various pillows,
tee shirts,
and odd chuck-taylors
that sigh sadly as they continue to collect dust.

Sharks swim on the bed,
and the starlight hangs limp,
it's cord has been cut.

A name,
spelled out in block letters.

And a photo frame,
holding memories of better times.

An old bus pass,
and half a chewed pencil,
sit covered in dust,
and whisper.

The silence,
is deafening.

Midnight
is here.