The Words That Follow Me Home
The words, they stick to me
as I go about my everyday life.
They follow me up the stairs as I head to class,
hop into my back pocket as I stop for lunch.
They tangle in my hair
as I walk off restless energy.
Forming daisy chains down my back, across the floor,
building and building as the day gets longer.
At night, just before bed,
I iron them out, rearrange them,
hoping I can string them together,
make sense of my life.
The words are always there,
waiting for me to write them down.