Somewhere I Belong.

All my life
I’ve felt so out of place,
frightened, uncertain
if it was I who was crazy
or if it was truly the world.

As I get older,
growing ever-colder,
the more I suspect it’s both
and we’re simply incompatible.

Memories of your eyes,
soft lips, soft chin,
the scent of strawberries:

closest I’ve ever felt
to being
somewhere I belong.