Sealing

There is a maroon room
Barely lit, stagnant, and untouched
As stale as the air it will last breathe
I'll never see the inside again
It's only a memory now
And I can barely remember what it feels like to be in there
It's been so long and unmoved
Like it was once someone's favorite chair before they did
And now, no one will ever sit in it ever again
It's too frightening to look inside where I once was
And I can remember, barely, ever being me in there