My roommate came back late again
not to sleep,
rather to grab a change of clothes and some money
before heading back into the night.
At first I am annoyed,
but in her absence
she leaves behind a peaceful silence,
and I’ve never felt so grateful
to drift back to sleep
with the sound of rain pattering on my window
instead of pushing though a drunken crowd
at a raging frat party or crowded nightclub.
Sometimes I feel different,
but this time I think that’s okay.