i caught a glimpse

of myself in the mirror tonight
and it was odd -
like i was watching someone that wasn't me
sitting cross-legged on a bed that isn't mine
(truly, it isn't)
listening to music borrowed from another
and stealing a script in time where
the next expected scene takes:
someone sitting beside me
or maybe strwen across the floor
so comfortable and casual
so belonged and meant(tobe)

but that scene
--never came.
and i was alone
and have been
in the same room
for the last three hours
ever since.

EDIT://PROOF

(this picture was taken the same night i wrote this.
either directly before, or after.
i forget which.)