I am a guest in your house
I tiptoe carefully down dark corridors while everyone is asleep
I do not eat your food without asking
I borrow your towels, shampoo, and soap
I eat with a knife and fork
I am on my best behavior.
I'm leaving now.
Taking my bags, my overnight clothes, afraid of leaving something behind
I don't want to come back here for anything, and if I leave something here (a little piece of me)
I know I'm never going to see it again.