its cobwebs on a doorknob
a dusty outline where your belongings used to be
its a door that wont stay shut or open
a bed that creeks
cold showers
its the music i was missing
and the way the room lights up in the mornings
even tho i never wake up until noon
its an extravagant learning process brought to a sudden and painless still
its an evening without warning
screening calls and playing music thru the television
its a superb change of scenery