The moment comes when the fellow
Who does my life for me when I’m absent
Suddenly leaves and I’m called back
Often right in the middle of a sentence
Whose beginning I haven’t heard.
He’s usually quite careful,
Disturbing things only a bit,
Rearranging our socks,
Placing books on shelves
Upside down or translated
Into languages I don’t know.
He occasionally makes promises
I’ve no intent of keeping but perhaps
He wouldn’t have kept them either.
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