Stranger’s Bed

I’ve been sleeping in a stranger’s bed...

Where she once cried for lovers lost,

Or friends who’ve grown estranged.

It’s where she used to live

Even though it’s rearranged,

Into a tomb,

Then a guest room,

And now it’s all for me:

The so-called stranger’s reason

To become a memory.

I want out of this bed!

I'm ready to be free

To love myself for who I am,

Not who she tried to be.

I thank her for her valor,

For surviving misery.

Putting in her effort

For the sake of forming me.

I thank her for the wisdom

That will never be in vain.

She had to go to let me know,

But I still say her name.