Wrong Road

I think I left part of me laying on that couch three years ago. And last night she found me, or I found her, and now I can't shake her off. I left her on the couch for a reason. I don't know what that reason was, and I don't think I even knew I left her there. But this feeling must have been why.

My life should have worked out differently. It should have progressed in some other way. I expected to be living somewhere else, with him, being happy. Instead I'm living by myself, hoping to afford a cat. I wonder if I missed the turn, or turned when I should have gone straight and now I'm lost, but everything is familiar. I don't remember missing a turn, or making a wrong turn. But I hope I find redemption along this road.