i’m back at my apartment now.
back to my green and brown colored walls.
back to my plants and lanterns and paper cranes.

i stand at the center of the room and look around.
this place doesn’t seem the same.
but nothing has changed.

the covers are just as we left them.
paper all over the floor.
lipstick stained glasses in the sink.
cigarette butts by the window sill.

nothing has changed.

except me.