Where I Am

I stare at the lights

Outside my window.

I sit here,

In this clean,

Dark,

Comfortable room,

Utterly alone.

The sweet scent of potpourri

And faded memories

Are my only company.

This silence is new,

And relieving.

I feel for once,

As the lights

Go down,

And people begin

To subside to their beds,

I can have a moment

To myself.

I can't tell if

This place is

Anything but a memory,

But it feels close.

Although I am not where

I feel I am,

I have this

One moment to 

Go home.

This moment is

Purely mine.

Yet as I start to

Sink,

My moment is

Taken away.

It has been stolen by 

The voice I know

By day-

The pin that always is

Pricking at my side,

Awakening me from

Moments like this.

My chest grows tight as I

Lose my focus.

As the usual sounds
Reminding me of

Where I am

Start to surround me,

I close my eyes,

And take in the

Darkness.

I think about

The moment that was

All mine,

And pray it will come back.

Knowing I have failed,

I drift off to sleep,

Dreading the moment I must

Wake up.

I must remember

Where I am.