Wails and cries echo halls,

Clattering of objects hitting floors,

Locking myself in my room,

Like a prisoner in a cell,

Petrified of the happenings of downstairs.

 

Being curious I held downstairs,

As I see him walking out I felt sorrowful,

I dashes across the room to hug him,

I wish it had lasted longer,

But before I knew it he was gone.

 

“Was it my fault?” I uttered

“Did I do something wrong?”

After a few months I still felt disappointed

Then I heard a knock

It was him, standing on the wooden porch

 

Now here I am, happier than ever

Giggles and delight in the room

Happiness all around me

More colors in the world

And one happy ending.