come home

09/14/2009

I come home to an empty apartment
missing you I can’t help myself
not being able to give you kisses
my servitude acts up and begin to organize
the bed is made, the flowers are watered
my clothes are put away and picked up
I hope you don’t notice
I hope you complain that it’s dirty
because I did it for myself so that I don’t go mad
a life without you would be my undoing
straight to disorder
I miss you

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