phantom in a briefcase

A rollover from yesterday, today was my limit.

I walked in my house getting met with someone
holding the door

closed, no replies, and faces of confusion.

As I walked into my safe space and seeing a familiar
face I made eye contact as I reached over you,

another no reply.

I passed Forward
more faces of confusion and no

A stranger in my own home.

I curled into my Second home and used its volume
buttons to lock the doors and close the blinds,

but my anxiety had already cracked the ceiling.

A poke and confession from
You saying I went

The carelessness of lines crossed and feelings of
being broken, I slip back into my Cloak and fall back
in love with the things I never noticed.