The Small Room Painted Black

I remember every detail
of that small little room
It had textured walls
that were poky,
and the windows were
boarded up
to keep out the light.
The walls were painted black
and everything in it was dark
except the little red
light that flashed when
the pictures were being
made. There were white
linoleum tiles with little
grey speckles, fun to
slide on with socks.
After he sold all his cameras,
that room was a home
to ski stuff, jackets, and boots.
I could hide behind
the coats, and no one
could find me.
We were playing hide n seek
and I hid with him
in that room painted
black because I was too
little to hide alone.
We hid there because
no one could find us,
and no one did.
I wish they had,
I wish they had.