The Morning Sets In

The morning comes and the morning sets in...
You’ve wiped away all their silly grins.

All your “friends” ditched the hangout,
Cause your laugh still lingers.

Your home is up for rent.
All your extra things have gone to kin.

And all you really have left,
Is a box of tattered photographs…

Author's Note

This was an old poem as well...it's about moving away. Leaving your "friends" behind - though they've already happily accepted the fact that you're leaving, giving up things...