You came into my home and settled in
On day 1, it was my mug, my towel and my blanket
It was you laying in my bed, drinking my water and looking out my windows
But on day 2, momentarily;
They became your mug, your towel and our blanket
We laid in a bed, not my bed. We drank water, not my water. We looked out of windows, not my windows
Momentarily what was mine was yours
Like my mug, my towel and my blanket
What was mine
Well, now it just was
Like my bed, my water and my windows
Strange how, just for a moment, merely within two days, what’s mine became what’s yours
Memoirs of a Muse 