My Place
I creased the page
to keep my place,
but when I returned
I was unsure,
if I had found it.
Was it really my place,
the place
I’d once inhabited.
It didn’t seem quite right.
Perhaps I’d moved on too quickly,
turned over two pages instead of one.
Perhaps I should go back,
retrace my steps.
Maybe then I’ll find my place.


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