You haven't been around for a couple days,
and I won't pretend to understand why I'm feeling this way.
A combination of no obligations, a relief,
and a sinking thought like I've got something just out of reach.
You must wonder what's going through my mind besides the alphabet, counting to six and prehistoric times.
Sitting on the couch because I want to be alone, barely able to express myself aloud when you're at home.
Adjusting to having to think about more than myself
is not so simple for me, and I know you can tell.
I never once considered that I might rather be alone.
Tell me you didn't tell your mom we're not getting along.