they come and go

how swift the maids are.
coming and going unseen.
the key left on the counter.
the money gone.
the smell of pine trees
on the floor.
the dust no longer where
your finger found
it.
how strange to have strangers
move about your house,
touching books,
and shoes.
making a bed that
you lie on.
what thoughts do they
possess wondering about
your life, the stacks of
books and clothes,
the way you let things go,
then gone,
on to the next.