Helen

Annuals
Do you think it odd that I sit here?
And let my head clear,
as I grin from ear to ear
and no one to hold dear.
Do you think of home,
when you sit still?
And let your eyes spill,
Could never stay in one place, [?]
You stayed for a spell a left.
You slept on a quill and left.
Stayed for a spell and left.
Slept on a quill and left...(repeating, fading)