Before you returned from treatment I rearranged our room: turned the bed ninety degrees switched the nightstands. I didn’t want you to come home to see that everything has changed nothing is familiar. On the other hand, I wanted you to see that everything has changed nothing is familiar.
Copyright © 2018 by Kayte Young. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 10, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.