The Last Night

This is my last night
in my room.
My bed frame
and mattress
lean against
the wall.
I’m lying
in Dad’s old
sleeping bag
staring at
the blank spaces
where my astronomy charts
used to hang.
Tears spill
like crying stars
from my eyes.
I hear Twink
giggling at
one of Dad’s
silly jokes.
Ha.
Ha. I’m
never
laughing
again.