Butter Trails

My Mum and sister just left for home. They left trails that have changed my way of life. They moved glasses and plates and put spoons in the wrong places. And they left my butter in a mess. But in a week or so that'll be gone, I'll gradually put things back in their places. Some things I'll decide are better where they now reside. And that'll be that.
I was just getting used to them being here; to my spoons being in a new place; to my butter being in a mess. And now they're gone...
Most unsettling; at least my butter's in a mess.