I can’t sleep in hotels.

 

The sound of closing doors

and talk of people leaving,

shakes the air inside my room.

 

Rain furrows the glass.

I look through the window

to see families and their luggage

spooling back in their cars.

 

I shut my curtains

against the gloaming

and lay alone.

I spend the night staring

at the white washed walls.

 

 

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