A bent label stuck to the floor
Dates and signs from lives before
It lists a world I nearly knew
The print has faded but not through
This aisle feels like I've been here
Dust recalls a half-formed year
A blanket,
signs,
they stay the same As if they once called out my name
A photo slipped behind the rack Half a smile,
a faded track
Standing in the way they stood Told me more than paper could
This aisle feels like I've been here Dust recalls a half-formed year
A blanket,
signs,
they stay the same As if they once called out my name
I'm not lost,
but not quite placed In someone else's shadowed space
I leave the coins upon the tray No need to buy,
no need to stay
The lights hum low,
the air is thin I step outside and breathe it in
This aisle feels like I've been here Dust recalls a half-formed year
A blanket,
signs,
they stay the same As if they once called out my name
And maybe once they did
Where it's flipping in the moose they did
In my upper, in toilet homes
A blanket,
signs,
they stay the same As if they once called out my name