The Saint Paul Hotel

Today I returned, but didn't go back

the notion of what was-

was never fully intact.

But there I sit, looking out at the veins

dismayed by the fact that-

that I felt so much pain.

And so I came to you, but not by choice

the problem you see-

see it's my new voice.

When everything here, was all that there was

it's hard to let go

of who I--

she was. 

Author's Note

First poem I've ever written, I am looking for any feedback.