Sitting On The Couch Like A Stranger

It all feels

Cyclical

I chase the 

Golden seconds

Sitting on

The couch like

A stranger

Feeling at home

Tipsy hugs

And exit

Into the night

And all the

Things between

Are medium

Or there are

Tears and cold

Bath water

 And it comes

And goes

And often feels

Like it should

Never end

Or that there

Will never be

Another sunny day

I tell myself this

Commonly alone

In my room

It never stays

It may hurt

Forever

You may

Forget immediately

But it never

Stays still