Stranger in My Own Home

Your key still turns the lock at night

Your coat hangs where it always did

But I count every step you take

Like I’m a guest who missed the hint

The kitchen clock keeps losing time

Your coffee cup is cold and clean

I know the shape of every room

But none of them belong to me

I’m a stranger in my own home

Walking softly past the frames

You know the way the floorboards speak

I don’t know what to call your name

I’m a stranger in my own home

With my hand upon the door

Tell me when the house became a place

I’m not welcome anymore

The hallway still remembers us

The chipped blue tile, the leaning shelf

You ask me how my day has been

I hear a question meant for someone else

Your voice is warm, your eyes are elsewhere

The silence fills the space between

I know the shape of every room

But I don’t know who I have been

I’m a stranger in my own home

Walking softly past the frames

You know the way the floorboards speak

I don’t know what to call your name

I’m a stranger in my own home

With my hand upon the door

Tell me when the house became a place

I’m not welcome anymore

Maybe I changed one small thing

Maybe you did too

Now we trade the same old rooms

Like they belong to someone new

I’m a stranger in my own home

Walking softly past the frames

You know the way the floorboards speak

I still remember your old name

I’m a stranger in my own home

But I can’t leave the door

Tell me if there’s anything here

We’re still reaching for

Your key still turns the lock at night

I wait to know whose home it is