untitled

I've slept
in this bed
on this floor
more times
than my own
yet tonight
I feel
out of place
I don't belong here
anymore

I lie
in your arms
with the drift of unfamiliar
old purfume
seeping out
of the sheets
between us
trying to
hold on
but our fingers
only
lightly touch

the ceiling light
once dull
now
brightens the room
the floor
the bed
it
hurts my eyes

maybe
I just don't want to see the truth