I wake up in the dark,
Groggy as fuck,
Don’t know where I was
Or who I was last night.
I grab the blanket,
Wrap it tight,
Turn to the side,
And widen my eyes.
I don’t know the face,
But I know a name,
And it’s rolled off my tongue,
Before last night.
My memory scans,
Back to one of the last days,
When I was eighteen,
I was near freedom.
I shift back,
And close my eyes,
And wait,
Until the sun rises.
Daylight comes,
I roll over,
And there is a piece of paper,
In his place.
Folded.