To Begin To Return

Free inside the space of my room
I am at home again
Red tones underlie the wooden floorboards
Am I making a home again?
Here I stand on familiar ground.
I wonder what I am searching for.

A room away,
a lover lies.

The bliss of reunion has faded briefly.
I am sad again.
Plagued by the gentle gnawing at my heart.
A mind of my own is hardly my friend.

Awake again before dawn.
Foggy windows hold signs of my warmth.
I wonder who I am,
now that I’m so sure that I am alive.

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