Does anyone else feel like me?
I don’t think things are quite right.
The children I’ve raised and live with
Seem like strangers after they’re gone a day.
Would I even miss them?
The house I sleep in every night
The same walls for 12 years
But I’m sure I could leave tomorrow
And have no need to even look back
The man I come home to, kiss and lay with
If he left tonight
Would I blink twice?
All of these weights that should be moorings
Seem unnaturally transparent and thin
And in fact I seem to be tethered quite lightly
With nothing keeping me still and real within.
