967,5 (room no.)

I don’t like to travel alone,
I’d like to share the city’s map with you,
pay twice the entrance in this museum,
have two nightstands in this hotel room.

968,
why did I leave the airport without you,
just because you were late?

In this hotel room number 968,
I’m waiting for my brother to show me this town.
After all, we were suppose to help him with the emptiness,
but it seems that I’m the one who’s emptier.

I’m empty of good thoughts,
of hope, of joy.
I feel like I’m going to heaven,
or is this room number 967?