last evening

The flat is empty. The rooms are bare. The walls are cold. The furniture is gone. The memories are all that's left. I walk from room to room. I touch the walls. I look out the windows. I remember all the things that happened here. All the laughter. All the tears. All the moments. I sit down on the floor. I look around. I feel the emptiness. I feel the silence. I feel the stillness. I close my eyes. I breathe deeply. I let the memories wash over me. I remember the first time I walked in. I remember the feeling of excitement. I remember the feeling of possibility. I remember the feeling of starting something new. I remember all the nights. All the mornings. All the afternoons. I remember all the moments. All the laughter. All the tears. I get up. I walk around. I look out the windows. I see the city. I see the people. I see the lights. I see the life. I come back inside. I sit down on the floor. I look around. I feel the emptiness. I feel the silence. I feel the stillness. I close my eyes. I breathe deeply. I let the memories wash over me. The evening is ending. The night is coming. The flat is empty. The rooms are bare. The walls are cold. But the memories are still here. The memories are still warm. The memories are still alive. I get up. I walk to the door. I open it. I look out. I see the hallway. I see the stairs. I see the world outside. I take a deep breath. I step out. I close the door behind me. I walk away. The flat is empty. The rooms are bare. The walls are cold. But the memories are still there. The memories are still warm. The memories are still alive. And I'm still here. I'm still me. I'm still carrying them with me.