Cleaning

I came home from a week erased I’m sorry I left you to soak in it for days Was too afraid to ask how you spent the time I swore I heard his nails clicking on the kitchen tile The house is a mess I know the broom is so heavy I need to exist But I don’t think I’m ready Not yet don’t clean the floor just yet Don’t sweep him all away Not yet don’t clean the floor just yet Keep him in the wood grain Not yet don’t clean the floor just yet​