seats

Three times a week at 7 pm, I used to lay down on the couch at the analyst clinic.
The journey into the past has taken me places I forgot.
Lands of longing, pain, memory and history.
Anywhere and nowhere, lying on a couch 3 times a week.
Alone, but not really.
The clinic became a place where I can go places, where I can find things out, where I can look into my unknown.
Where I can be torn apart and put back together.
It became a very special place.
It became mine even though I knew others have been using it too.
I miss you.