Different

One day I woke and looked around
but everything was different.
Unfamiliar shapes
loomed in the morning sun.
Had everything around me changed
as I dreamed of someplace better?
Rising slowly from my bed,
I cried
as memories like raindrops fell
through the shadows of my mind.
To my left
an open window
showed me someplace
I thought I knew.
But there was no way through the glass.
Outside a bird flew by,
its wings fluttered
like a heart in pain of death.
I looked away
and a face appeared,
staring through the windowglass
as though I were not even there.
I saw the sun
but all the trees were steeped in darkness,
bent and broken,
as though the weight of summers lost
would never let them find the light again.
I lay down,
crying,
for all was as it ever was,
save for myself,
the only thing different
in a world now strange
forevermore.

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