I must have left my house at eight Because I always do. My train, I´m certain, left the station Just when it was due. I must have read the morning paper, Going into town And having gotten through the editorial, No doubt I must have frowned. I must have made my desk Around a quarter after nine With letters to be read And heaps of papers waiting to be signed. I must have gone to lunch At half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch. And still on top of this I´m pretty sure it must have rained. The day before you came. I must have lit my seventh cigarette At half past two, And at the time I never even noticed I was blue. I must have kept on dragging Through the business of the day, And without really knowing anything I hid a part of me away. At five I must have left, There´s no exception to the rule, A matter of routine, I´ve done it ever since I finished school. The train back home again, Undoubtedly I must have read The evening paper then. Oh yes, I´m sure my life was well Within it´s usual frame The day before you came. I must have opened my front door At eight o´clock or so, And stopped along the way To buy some chinese food to go. I´m sure I had my dinner Watching something on TV. There´s not, I think, a single episode Of Dallas that I didn´t see. I must have gone to bed Around a quarter after ten. I need a lot of sleep And so I like to be in bed by then. I must have read a while The latest one by Marilyn French Or something in that style, It´s funny but I had no sence Of living without aim, The day before you came. And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up To yet another night And rattling on the roof. I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came.