once in a while
I wake up in a bed
that is not my own;
there's that split second
before I'm really awake
that I wonder if
I'll find myself
on your couch,
your gentle hand
on my shoulder
waking me up.
It's now one
of those places
that no longer exists
for me...
I can never go back,
things would never be
the same as they used to be
when I was foolish enough
to think that somehow
I belonged there.
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