Unfaded

I peeled the tape back and the wall started to tear,

revealing a color that shouldn't be there.

A clean, creamy white in a kingdom of dust,

behind where the poster had gathered its rust.

The box for the Goodwill is slumped by the door,

next to the notches we carved in the floor.

It’s a storage unit with a ceiling of stars,

glow-in-the-dark stickers and plastic cars.