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.