the mess

you worked all night, i worked all day
and chaos here just worked away.
you left your sleep, i left my mind
we left a trail of mess behind.
and in the rubble of this week
our floors ate rubble, sand and sleet.
and now we pick the pieces up,
and now we clean our clothes and cups.
we prep for monday, soon to come,
when we will work and not be home.
and that is how it happens here,
and that is how it happens there.
i’ve seen your house and you’ve seen mine,
and that is how we know it’s fine.