The way that it droops when I lie on my side,
Trying to reach the other one,
It looks like a tear drop about to fall…
It will never look exactly that way again.
Who will I be when I wake up?
Will I still be me?
I wonder now if I am the me I was before.
I feel different. I feel lost in a familiar scene.
I feel as though I totally belong here but I’m early.
Does anything make any sense anymore?