What happened...

There is little or no light in this room
How could this happen?
I miss a foreign land
How could I?
And yet, I do.
I miss the anonymity, the ordinariness
with which we lived.
How no one ever questioned
my cigarettes
my cleavage
or even who I was
and how I was
related to you.
There was no sin
no wrong in what
we did.
The indifference was addictive
and even desirable.

Here
the neighbours persist
and insist
through their gaze
how my body
my cigarettes
actually belong to them.
Could that really happen?
And yes, it does.