the bees waltz in the bushes and the truck
with all your stuff has left
the mother and the brother arranged it
reassuring every step of the way
how it was all going to be okay

and under a door all was laid to rest
the man you borrowed the sound machine
from was gone, you looked and found
nobody and in that moment felt
alone and abandoned like a bad
idea over breakfast

the man was gone
the house was

you went to relax but they had taken
the connections with them
nothing to do except watch the bees
and wonder where your old friend