as you left it

you leave home,
and return.
you leave home
again
the next day,
and once again
you come back
that evening.
this goes on
and on.
everything is always
just as you
left it.
the pillow
with your imprint,
the unlit candle
cold
in the window.
the mail still on
the floor
after falling
through the slot.
it wasn't always
this way though.
it's hard to decide
which is
better.