Suitcase still packed,
Packages from another life waiting
To be picked up.
Missing alarm clock, calendar
Signs of time passing,
Life
Well under control.
Sheets still on the floor
Although the air is cooler every night
Always rolled up again,
To be stored away.
No key to the door,
No right to stay.
No reason either.
YOU ARE READING
Sometimes I Don't Want to Be Home
PoetryA collection of poetry about finding your place in the world. Belonging somewhere, belonging nowhere, finding and losing people.
