I miss

My space.

I long for it.

I dream about it.

My mind can't understand

How it disappeared.

I yearn for quiet nights

On cold pillows

That were actually mine.

I yearn to sleep comfortably

On a permanent bed

Just one last time.

I miss the way

It felt to wake up

With the world

Spinning on its axis.

I miss the way

It felt to have

A place I could call my own.

I dream of closed curtains

In my own room

Where the sun beams in.

I dream of hot breakfast

On a Sunday morning

Happiness and home

Lingering in the air.

I long for space,

A realm where I didn't have to

Try so hard

To hide my inner despair.