just an old girl

So the other day I woke up

and found myself in a life

I hadn’t planned

Found myself driving on streets I once knew

but someone changed them

and left me behind

Now I’m fumbling in today

trying to figure out how to walk in the noise

yelling from the earth

Do I still belong in the everyday swirl of lives

or has my ‘best by’ date expired?

My feet hurt

My back aches

and sometimes my brain takes

a vacation without my permission

How is it that a small beat-up villa

holds all the pain, happiness, dreams that is me?

I take this pen at midnight

quietly

alone

and tired

But this is not how it ends

Not today anyway