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.