Floor

I look on the floor in a sleepless daze,
suddenly items come out of the haze,

unwashed tee-shirts under faded sweats,
a beat up guitar with worn tired frets,

nearby crushed corsages crammed by the door,
forgotten, lossed lockets litter the floor,

an old leather jacket hangs on a peg,
a lonely teddy leans on my chair leg,

perfect report cards thrown under my bed,
acres of albums acquired instead,

a worn out bike helmet now holds my keys,
it's all going to fast, I wish time would freeze.