Student Publishing Program ::

Miriam Lipschutz

Moved Away

I’m sorry I went into your vacant room across the hall
And searched your stuff like a sniffing beagle.
I’m sorry I looked under your bed
And in your empty closet
And through your bookshelf.
I’m sorry that I do it all the time, but your door was open and called me in.

I’m sorry I looked through your bent and faded photos from Germany
And read your favorite Dr. Seuss books, even your high school yearbook.
I used your outdated Jeep boom box to work out,
And your over-washed Power Rangers blanket to sleep with.
I assure you I didn’t go into your mahogany dresser
Or steal your stinky socks with worn out holes made in the big toe.

I’m sorry that I miss you.
And I hope you’re sorry you moved so far away.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]