Your home

This is not the same
Tree shadows whisper into the dark
I once felt your presence near me
Cold, alone, I shiver once against a wall
Mildew painted onto brick
Vomit from the night before
Sticky on the ground

This is not the same
I once thought I would be safe and warm
Always
But some things happen
That you couldn't hope to change
Follow the lantern
And you'll be led towards peril in the fog
I never dreamed I would be here
Amongst the drunkards and the people of the black ink darkness

This is not the same
I fumble for the thin blanket
If you saw me now
Would you look right through me, too?
It's not as if I want to be here
But some things happen
And the world spins
And you turn your head away again
This is not the same.