Yet Still Not Unexpected

I am not the one who was,
I do not fit in these shoes
(They are too small,
they cramp my toes).
She isn't who I am,
But nor am I, it would appear.

They were the bearings on my compass,
Which still points North -
though I've proof of that no longer.

I am, it seems,
In actual fact.
But not.

De-Militarised Zone

No man's land,
Eyes slide.
Perception bends around
that
which cannot be comprehended.
An anti-drug,
buzz-less.
A fluffy white cloud
In a missing sea of blue.
Drifting,
Ode-less.
Grief-less, tear-less,
No less disturbed.

Melbourne Airport

Today's strange thought:
I wonder why
This person I have not talked to,
I do not know
Nor even know about
Is company.
I fear his leaving
Just a little.
Perhaps because he
Smiles to his book
And sits on the floor,
Despite his suit.