I keep waking up in the wrong place.

All the littlest things are different, but always the things most valued.  I’ve luckily found the ones that keep remembering me, but the rest seem oblivious.  I could chalk it up as normality, but so often this keeps happening.  Someone comes close enough, and then hours afterward I keep wondering if it really happened. I awake as a stranger, as if we’d never met, but I’m the one that remembers.  I could be a stranger, or at least someone robbed of dozens of hours, but it always feels like I’m the only one that notices the change.

Am I slipping into a world that isn’t mine, or am I slipping out of a world that was yours?  Perhaps I’m imagining all of it, perhaps my deja vu is self inflicted, or perhaps I really do leave such an impression that I’m meant to be forgotten. 

Such strange times.

At best, though, some actually remember.