a place
to rest. a chair that fits
you
as you left
it so many hours ago.
your glasses
on the table where you placed them
next to a cup, now
empty.
the book you were
reading, turned
over to the last
page read.
it's a place
you like to call home.
where the rest
of the world
can't enter, where you
find
it nice
to be alone.
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