After the initial joy subsided

Who is he?

Where does he go,
what does he do?

Whose clothes are these
and whose shoes?

These colors aren't right
and the fit isn't right.
Who bought the thing,
and why?

The streetlight is on
the fire has gone out
its finally calm and
the receding waters
give up the captive land.

The linens are pressed
and the bed made,
the recycling is sorted
and he forgot to say

"Good girl"

when lobbed an easy one.

Now its for the better.

Now its for the better.

What a shame it took so long.