you’ll probably leave yourself in the spare bed.

gripping to synthetic.

wishing you had left. wishing you had done.

sooner.

and the sheets will probably remind you of stone.

and what it feels like to be a guest.

when you walk over eggshelves.

faking comfort in a place that will never be yours.

pouring water into dirty glasses. 

trying to forget you liked your home.

and wishing you had never ran.