green is the colour
I shall wear today.
green is the guise
I hide myself with. 

the sun rises
and I stare into your irises.
what are you thinking of today?
when I think of you,
I wonder if anyone still remembers me. 

once again,
the morning intrudes
past the boundary of the curtain.
it sheds light on my disgraceful state.
yes, this is home, truly, where I am. 

the familiar has become familial
and the house has become a bunker.
my friends have all become
neighbouring countries
and I –
I, am no longer,
certainly,
certain.