After the between, before the second

I got lost somehow
In these uncharted waters
My sight blurred
You were there, in that blur
I awoke in a fog
a root cellar
sheets damp
Remembering that time
when your bed was foreign
We stradled the globe
And sat aside this earth
Embracing
I wake again
Only my humble clothes are familiar
the taste of toothpaste
and this picture of you
Which I've left out to dry

-humanista