love
is a state I
find myself in without
knowing the language, the
currency, or even
how to order coffee and
no one looks me in
the eye now the novelty's
gone
and my confusion is no longer
cute.
the real question is
why I stay
staring at the door of my hotel room,
stale bedsheets tangled around
my hips,
waiting
for something to happen waiting
because I can't
do much else
and I'm too proud (ashamed)
to turn around and leave.
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