I leave

I leave the clothes at the foot of the bed

Neatly folded and stacked

The closet doors are too loud in the mornings next to the baby’s crib.

So I keep your clothes at the foot of the bed.

I keep them neatly folded and stacked

That way they are easy to grab when you’re in a hurry

But also because I don’t know what to do.

I hang up your shirts, fold your pants and roll your socks

I put them away and you wonder where they are, what I did with them, “now I don’t know where anything is.”

So I leave your clothes at the foot of the bed

And you question why I haven’t put them away, it must be for the ease of getting rid of you.

And I keep your clothes at the foot of the bed

Neatly folded and stacked.