Sepia

There.

The rain started falling
We then started to dance.

And the roof caved in,
we fell right through our plans.

There a dry day umbrella
Underneath the bough

A rough shaped Cinderella,

Bootless.

Multi, tasking

I wrote you a love letter
The gift of a single breath
Somewhere between sun
Rise and set

       Oh, fuck. I left the stove on
and the tap is leaking
and the fridge is warm
and the salt is sugar
and there goes the alarm