Lying in an
                                                                ­                                                unfamiliar
bed I
study
each fold in
dated posters,
tacked
to
foreign
walls.

My eyes
                                                                ­                                                            dart
from
left
to
right.

Not
focusing
on one
                                                                ­                                                     obscure
decoration
for
long.

Strange clothes
strewn
across
                                                                ­                                                  awkward
purple carpet
begin to
ridicule
me.

                                                            ­                                                       Different
books
sitting
on
half
dusty
shelves.


                                                     ­                                                                 ­     New
vinyls in the
old
player
join.

Packed bags,
boxes
from a
comfortable
time
                                                            ­                                                              loo­m
around
corners of the floor in
big
heaps.

I try to
tuck
myself farther
in
to
hide
                                                                ­                                                         away.
Like a turtle
attempting
to find
solace in a
familiar
shell.

Shrouding
my eyes from an
                                                                ­                                                  unknown
future.

I sink
in
closer
to sound
asleep,
same, old?
                                                            ­                                                               you.