Your old room

When you unclose the door of your old room a grain of whitish dust dances with the thick air like you caught them sharing a secret you can never be a part of and you see posters and dormant books and things you forgot about but cannot throw away because you will think of reasons to keep them after you can never get them back from this house which appeared bigger when everyone still lived here or because you were smaller and you feel small still but the room doesn’t recognize your noises and responds with the sound of morning light.