I can’t seem to feel familiar
with anything in my life,
I am a stranger every where
I go.

I sit on the here we met
and fell in love bench
all alone,

listening to Long Beach jazz
as close as I can get
to what I want,

and that is dangerous at that.

I don’t remember how to say
what is true
or even what is true,

something begins to stir
and then to ache.