I've finally reached the realization,

with the empty rooms and thin walls that bounce echoes of your voices.

There is no more random laughter at 3 in the morning,

or chatting after a long day at school.

The house sits empty with one childhood room left,

                                                                       mine. 

I procrastinate the idea of coming home now,

knowing I don't have much to come home to. 

The constant deserted feeling of not having the two people I've known all my life,

be there as I grow older. 

                                                               I hate being alone. 

in this house, this school, this neighborhood.

I wish you guys never grew up,

or at least I wish I never grew up 

                                                                      last.