someone asked me
a few minutes ago
if i could name
my happy place
i stopped to think
nothing pops to mind
am i that lonely?
that damaged,
that broken?
that i can't
for the life of me
remember where i am happiest?
was it that too long ago
that i forgot
what it felt like?
too few and far between
that every trace
have been removed
from my memory?
or is it because
i'm too afraid
that if i say it
out loud
it would be snatched
away from me
my comfort zone
the place i run to
when everything
becomes too much to bear
the one place
i go back to
when life and
it's many cruelties
catch up with me

where is it?

it was supposed
to be with you
now i don't really know anymore. . .