The smell of coffee drifts down the hall.
I forget where I am, feeling whole for a moment,
until the voices arrive in the wake of scent
and I remember how alone I am.
I open my eyes and stare at the wall
finding shapes making stories together
trying to block out the memories that call me
back to where I felt I belonged.
It fit like a glove, the home I found
but that home did not feel me.
So here I am, back in my bed
trying to get out of my own head.
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