Clearing drawers

On that side of the bed

And putting things back again

 

The bathroom isn’t done

Fuck.

 

The garage isn’t cleared

I hope his car fits in

 

Big lack of wardrobe space

Fuck.

 

He has got so many clothes

Where would they go?

 

It’s his wedding anniversary next month

So what kind of new madness is this?

 

House keys cut in tentative spontaneity

So what kind of new madness is this?

 

Then you say,

you are indeed planning that way

And you will make me the happiest girl in the world

 

So

what

kind

of

new

madness

is

this?

 

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