I am a stranger in my own home.
Everything is the same,
And yet...
Everything has changed.
I walk the familiar paths I've traced for ten years,
Old habits sparking through my fingertips.
Each staircase is taken differently,
Just like it used to be.
Jump the last six.
Up two at a time.
The hole in the blinds is still there.
But everything is gone.
Cleared and emptied,
As if I was never here in the first place.
I knock because I am uncomfortable.
I no longer belong here.
They treat me like a guest,
But it's just me.
And I want to hide,
But there are no more hiding places,
And I feel as if I have intruded.
I am a stranger in my own home,
And now I don't know where to go.
