I must have left my house at eight, because I always do.nMy train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due.nI must have read the morning paper going into town,nAnd having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned.nI must have made my desk around a quarter after nine,nWith letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed.nI must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so;nThe usual place, the usual bunch,nAnd still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained,nThe day before you came.nnI must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two,nAnd at the time I never even noticed I was blue.nI must have kept on dragging through the business of the day,nAnd without really noticing, I must have shut a part of me away.nAt five I must have left; there's no exception to the rule,nA matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school.nThe tube back home again,nUndoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then.nOh yes, I'm sure my life was well within its usual frame,nThe day before you came.nnMust have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so,nAnd stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go.nI'm sure I had my dinner watching something on T.V.nThere cannot be a sitcom or a game show that I've never seen.nI must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten;nI sleep so much these days, I need to be in bed by then,nOr maybe I read a while,nThe latest one by Declan Gunn or something in that style.nIt's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim,nThe day before you came.nnAnd turning out the light,nI must have yawned and dreamt my way through yet another night,nAnd rattling on the roof I maybe heard the sound of rain,nI love the rain.nThe day before you came.n