Week 21

I'm where you left me.
It wasn't a good place at all.
I don't even know
why I wanted to be here to begin with.
Was this place that different with you?

It seems that all my fears have come true
and they seem have come true with you.
So I'll stay here
where you left me,
alone but not truly so.
I will take care of it,
build it up
maybe move some things around
so if you came back to where you left me
you wouldn't recognize me.

You would walk around
and right there in the air,
a touch of familiarity;
the scent of soap and
late mornings curled up beneath a blanket
would tingle at the base of your neck.

And I would walk by,
a stranger,
right where you left me.