in the morning
i watch the strangers leave their warm beds
and admire them as they go out into the world
i sit in the sun when i can
and usually don't tell people the truth
because i don't think they deserve it
or it's not worth wasting a breath
so i just watch instead

during the day
i walk around and try to make things right
or at least
make them seem right
and while i'm busy trying to make hands fit
i sit there and try to figure out what to say
but usually can only come up with adjectives
not full sentences

at night
when i get home
i sleep on the floor
and i pick at the brains of the monsters
under my bed for a while

and then i always go through
the whole day again in my mind
and try to figure out what exactly i was
thinking when i left you