Everywhere, But Gone

You line my walls,
Drawings and photographs
Kisses and pencil smears.
You hide in my drawers,
My closet,
Dozens of T-shirts
I cannot find comfort in
Anymore.
The bottom shelf
Of my book's bed
The box from chocolates
A shell of the day for couples
Mocking me.
The foot of my bed
Is covered with deflated balloons
Spelling out a one worded question,
"Prom?"
The far corner
Above the television,
Holds you in a glass box.
Roses, cards, silly infatuations of
Us.
You're everywhere,
You're gone.