Restlessness (a poem)

Off to an early start this morning…

Once I shared my obsessions with you
I lost interest in them myself

I turned my attentions to a new waste of time
but nothing else gave me quite the same feeling

I found myself wishing for the next best thing
never mind that I could have been happy with what I already had

Now I find myself returning to the place I waited years to leave

Everything looks so different
I hardly recognize the place

I hardly recognize myself

(7 February 2015)