Upon the floor some torn-up tee-shirts lay
That I have not the heart to throw away
But I know
You always take the madness when you go
The queen is born for us a long weekend
And round again
The books that you have left for me
Will keep me in good company
The boxes that your things are in
Will stay where they have always been
The light still makes the shapes to crawl
On afternoons across the wall
And nothing here will change at all
Until you find your way back to me again
You always are the one that most abhors