my other life

sometimes i long to run
not actually, but in a plane or boat,
to a faraway place
and wake up in a strange town
a strange country
a strange continent-
an alien world-
and change my name
or forget my name
and all i know
or wanted to know;
but instead i wake up
in a familiar room
with you who, after all these years,
i sometimes still feel
i don't really know,
and that is a strange place indeed