to be in a room with strangers.
white walled
and absent of frills.
in a bed
next to who.
eating
meals at a long table
with
people you never
knew.
and yet here you are
at home.
not yours,
or theirs, but a place
somewhere
on a hill, a strange
place,
unknown.
your eyes long for a color,
not white,
but red,
or green, maybe blue.
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