Routine.

You wake, sit up
and stare
there are sounds
a bird, a different bird
then cars, the footsteps
of people going to work,
a train
all that nothing
continuing and you think
my sister hanged herself
and nothing happens
you don't cry or feel
you just sit in your bed
with open eyes
thinking that the tide must be out
and you know it'll return
maybe later in the day
maybe lunchtime when you're about
but for now
there is a lady beside you
and a cat at your feet
and they both breathe slow and sleep
so you edge out
pad barefoot
around
this room that room
bathroom
where you stare at yourself
and say it again
into your own eyes
but nothing comes
so you just
do
what
comes
next.

Again and again.