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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Stranger in a strange bed

The air is too thick
the welcome too thin.
came in from the cold
must have let it in.

the sheets are too clean
can’t shake the smell
of being a guest
in my own hotel

the silence’s too loud
there’s no sense of place
sealed in a capsule
tumbling through space

the bed is too soft
it’s freshly turned dirt
from the hole she dug
to bury her hurt

the distance too great
we’re too far apart
no man’s land between
and walls round her heart

we are two people
one swore we to be
now there’s a stranger
that stranger is me.

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