Panic Attack

Among the photographs
And your volume disks
In the clutter of letters that lay on your floor
You will not find me anywhere

Only one book holds truth
And god bless her for writing only the truth
She knows how to squeeze the impurities out of the soul & write with such efficacy
How I wish to grow & become just like her

Thoughts like this float around me
As I wake up at 8 AM to nothing but your soft breathing
In these sheets
In this bed
In this room
What is this place?
And where do I even start?
What kind of imprint have I left in this cluttered place & in your heart?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Because I just don't belong.